I summoned a phantom named SonFlower9. We strode into the Kiln of the First Flame, destroying Dark Souls’ toughest enemies with little effort. Before the gate of the final boss we both praised the sun and dove into Gywn’s domain. My wife shouted beside me with both encouragement and fretful cries. After a time it seemed we were winning, ever so little we were winning this fight. Suddenly my ghostly friend found himself stuck in a corner. The now heavily wounded...
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