Quote- "Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken."

- Queen Marika

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word-word = spoken right next 

to each other

" " = talking and speaking

= author's pov

' ' = Thinking

(Meanwhile)= Skip and pov change

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Walking into the light seeing nothing but the blinding light. The golden writting filled the air once again the words glowing with energ each showing a new location with a voice ringing out with power

Arise now, ye Tarnished.

Ye dead, who yet live.

As it then showed a crept filled with corpses of hundreds of Tarnished who had died, and not come back. As light from the roof shined through the statue of Queen Marika the Eternal onto a body lying in the middle of the floor who was wearing armor much similar to his own but the colors were different... Wait was that his- He didn't get to finish that thought as sence changed.

The call of long-lost grace speaks to us all.

Hoarah Loux, chieftain of the badlands.

As it showed a giant of a man crucified on a tree. He had been stabbed with a sword spear and filled with arrows. Then he began to move and in the background, you could just make out a beast-like shadow over his shoulder. His face was covered you couldn't see much except for the slight glimmer of metal like a crown on his forehead. He seemed familiar like Izuku had seen him before... Wait the beast? The crown? Could he be?

"Godfrey?"

The ever-brilliant Goldmask.

As it showed a malnourished man drawing in the stone with traces of gold. It was an intricate piece of art the pattern gleamed with power... It almost seemed like it was a perfect design. As a piece of golden fading light came down. It looked just like the one that brought you back from the grave.

Fia, the Deathbed Companion.

Inside a crypt surrounded by the dead and decaying layed a woman holding the dead king. She lay under the blanket rising to heed the call of lost grace just as Izuku had and every tarnish before him .

The loathsome Dung Eater.

As it showed a man covered in rusted, blood-coated armor and adorned with broken horns with a sun medallion in the middle of the chest piece. There in the town square, he hung with a steel collar, and cain as city's people threw stones, dung, and whatever they could find at this... Creature they hated so much. As grace went to bless this horrid soul of an omen in man's skin.

And Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-knowing.

As a knight lay in his coffin his servants attended him long in the grave. His coffin filled with Ears, Noses, and Eyes turely he lived up to his namesake. Then as grace called to him to once again seek out knowldge.

And another. Whom grace would bless.

A Tarnished of no renown.

To Cross the fog, to the Lands Between.

To stand before the Elden Ring.

And become the Elden Lord.

As the light of the book begin to dim as the story drew to a close the last lines issued a challenge to him and these mighty Tarnish. All of whom were much more worthy than him. He couldn't but help think who was he to be here? This was not his world what right did he have to interfere he wasn't one of these legendary tarnish. He was just some quirkless, A powerless nobody. Wait no this was an oppurtunity to prove them wrong if he could do something, but didn't he was no hero just like they said he wasn't. Now is the time to move forward... No more thinking of the past, and feeling sorry for myself time to make some changes.

"Why are you showing me this? You keep implying I'm a Tarnish like these great people and warriors, but I'm nothing like them. I was just some stupid kid that didn't know any better trying to reach for the stars, but Once I got burned I tried to end it all. After trying one time. How can someone like me stand beside these great people?" He asked the to the void and whoever was filling it with golden writting.

' All will be revealed in time young Atlas. A quirkless boy someone seen as the weakest creature in your existence. Yet you tried to become strong enough to shoulder the world's problems becoming a hero. Truth is your trip to this world had been sent in motion ages ago before you even existed the lands in-between have waited for you. The lands have waited for something more then a hero. They have waited for a lord. You will hold the fate of these lands in your hands, and the choice you will have to make is one no hero could only a lord. You will be the one to deiced what happens next, and no one, not even the Greater will be able to predict what happens next.Excelsior young Atlas. Now go claim your birth rite... ,and Give this story a happy ending.' It finsihed with as Izuku felt he finally waking up and cold have sworn he heard a sweet golden voice calling to him.

As the light of the words disappeared and he awoke from what felt like a long dream. To a land covered in fog and with a sky bathed in rays of gold.