Kindling the Flame and Ascending to Godhood in a Post-Apocalyptic Otherworld

This otherworld is deeply uncanny.

Everything has been cursed and no longer follows the natural cycle of life and death.

There is no normal alternation of day and night or changing of the seasons. The sun that once shone over the world is reduced to scattered sparks, and the endless dusk makes it impossible to feel time passing, as though everything were trapped in an endless stillness.

The undead and demons, beings that should only be able to survive in darkness, can now roam freely across the world.

The once-holy elves are slowly falling into corruption.

Intelligent races worship uncanny idols with raw flesh growing from cracks in the stone.

The dragons, once perched atop the world, now huddle in Dragon Valley and have not emerged for a hundred years.

The giants have vanished without a trace.

The orcs have descended into endless madness.

Endless conflict is erupting everywhere.

The world is on the brink of destruction. A warm First Flame roars up from beneath the earth. Souls from another world circle around it, and at last, a figure is born from the flame. Bearing four souls that represent life, death, light, and curses, he sets off a wave of kindling the flame, unique to Dark Souls, in this shattered otherworld.

"Hey, it's time to kindle the flame!"