Chapter 897 The Twin Princes

"Three Lords of Cinder... you've defeated three?!"

The Crystal Sage was stunned. With only five Lords of Cinder in total: Ludleth sitting at Firelink Shrine, the twin princes, and the remaining three: Yhorm the Giant, the Undead Legion, and Aldrich the Devourer of Gods, he couldn't believe these warriors had managed to take down three.

Each of those Lords was formidable, especially Yhorm the Giant, a towering behemoth who could only be defeated using the Storm Ruler.

Then there was the Undead Legion, a fearsome collective fighting as one, and finally Aldrich, a sorcerer whose mastery of the Abyss was nearly unrivaled.

The thought of these Lords being defeated was nothing short of a miracle.

Now, with three Lords slain, only the twin princes remained, and the Crystal Sage saw no reason to hold back. He described the brothers' combat styles in detail, knowing any advantage might help them survive.

The old man who crystallizes at random doesn't dare to do things at all, he will die, but now, these three are all beheaded by these guys, this is really incredible, it can be called a miracle.

"The elder prince excels in close-quarters combat, while the younger brother casts spells from afar." The Crystal Sage explained, "In battle, when the elder prince falls, the younger one will cling to him, almost as if fused to his back, bringing him back to life with sorcery. Your best chance is to separate them. Take down the younger first, as without him, the elder prince can't be revived. If you do it in reverse, you'll face a resurrected warrior strengthened by his brother's magic."

"Thank you." Finn nodded, "We already know enough. Head back to Firelink Shrine, we don't need you for this!"

Relieved, the Crystal Sage quickly departed, clearly elated at not having to face the twin princes himself. He had no interest in joining them in this final battle. The kingdom was in ruins, and its fate no longer concerned him.

With the Crystal Sage gone, the group ascended toward the palace, stepping into the sanctum of the twin princes.

"You've finally come." Lothric, the younger prince, spoke, his voice weary yet resolute. "To end the line of Lords. A remarkable feat. The world outside must be beautiful, yet we'll never see it. Our bodies have reached their limits."

His words were filled with a heavy resignation, "This world has long been consumed by the curse of the fading flame. But with you... and the promise of a new world... there may indeed be hope, though it's too late for us. We were never fit to be Lords of Cinder. "

"But there's no point talking about it now," The younger prince said as he gazed at the group, "As a Lord of Cinder, I've been burning ever since. Now that you're here, defeat us, and claim our souls!

He already knew of the changes sweeping this world, and despite the formidable powers awaiting him, he had made his choice.

Becoming a Lord of Cinder wasn't truly a choice, as even Ludleth, who merely glimpsed the new realm, returned to the shrine knowing there was no future for him, only the endless, consuming fire.

The fate of a Lord of Cinder was set: their strength might grow, but they would forever burn, sacrificed as fuel for a dying world. Aldrich himself had only embraced the title for his own twisted purposes, not out of duty, but as a power-hungry cannibal, drawn in by Sulyvahn's allure of supremacy. Being a Cinder Lord, it seemed, was nothing more than becoming kindling for the First Flame.

"Very well, we'll waste no more time!" Finn declared understanding the implication of the prince's words.

They had resolved to end this quickly, and his team readied their magic swords, each one surging with concentrated energy and pointing straight at the younger prince. Their plan was clear: eliminate the younger prince first to cut off his support for his elder brother!

"Impressive weapons with great magical power." The younger prince observed, calm and unfazed as the team unleashed their magic blades. But in an instant, a towering figure materialized in front of him, wielding a massive greatsword to deflect their attacks.

It was the elder prince, who, contrary to his bowed and kneeling form in the legends, stood tall and unwavering, enduring their assault with only minor injuries.

"Damn, I forgot he could teleport." Finn muttered, smacking his forehead. The elder prince's quick reaction had thwarted their plan, shielding his brother from harm.

Yet, despite blocking the assault, the elder prince hadn't emerged unscathed, though the younger prince wasted no time in using his magic to heal the wounds instantly!

It was clear that dealing with the two of them together would be far more challenging than anticipated. Their teamwork was flawless, with the younger prince's healing magic perfectly complementing the elder's combat prowess.

Finn realized that brute force alone would not be enough to break their defenses. He looked back at Riveria and Lefiya, who had grown considerably in power, knowing that their advanced spells could deliver the kind of decisive impact needed in this fight.

While the enchanted magic blades packed significant force, they were nothing compared to Riveria and Lefiya's spellcraft, which could be unleashed almost instantaneously.

With renewed focus, the team intensified their assault, seeking to create the opening their mages needed.