Through the Shadows: My Journey as Undertaker in Elden Ring Nightreign

I wander through the misty realms of The Forsaken Hollows, my heavy boots leaving imprints on ancient stones that whisper forgotten tales. The weight of my greatsword against my back is comforting—a constant companion in this land where death lingers around every corner. As Undertaker, I am both strength and faith incarnate, a vessel of divine retribution in a world consumed by darkness.

My journey began with fragments—memories scattered like autumn leaves across the twisted landscape of Nightreign. Each expedition yielded pieces of myself, forgotten moments that slowly painted the canvas of who I truly am. By Chapter 3, I had gathered enough to begin remembering.

The Iron Menial awaited me first, a specter from my past that haunted the path from the Waiting Room to the Chapel. I can still feel the cold steel of my blade as I cut through the Nightfarers who stood in my way—Executor falling first, then Guardian and Recluse at the Roundtable. The Library echoed with Wylder's dying breath, and within the sacred walls of the Chapel, both Raider and Ironeye met their end by my hand.

Dreams and reality blurred as I collapsed, the Iron Menial's words echoing through my consciousness: Stop this madness. But the night called to me—a piece of darkness clinging to the wall where the Iron Menial had stood. I reached out, consumed it, felt it course through my veins like ice water. The Scholar's gift of the Leather Monocle Case felt insignificant compared to the power now flowing through me.

Shadows Deepen

Days bled into nights as I continued my expeditions, collecting Memory Fragments like precious jewels. Chapter 4 revealed more of my story, but it was Chapter 5 that truly tested my resolve. The Duchess spoke of the Scholar in hushed tones, her words dripping with concern and something else—fear, perhaps?

I found myself drawn to the Chapel again, kneeling before the statue at its far end. Prayer came easily to my lips, though I cannot recall the words I spoke. The Iron Menial appeared to me in the Library afterward, a guide through the darkness I was quickly becoming.

"The Great Hollow Shifted Earth," he whispered. "That is where your path continues."

The Great Hollow's Embrace

The Great Hollow loomed before me, a testament to nature's reclamation of man's ambition. Tracking down the Scholar proved challenging—this place does not surrender its secrets willingly. I saved this task for the second day, allowing my strength to return before venturing deeper.

I recall the path with perfect clarity: ascending to the third floor, leaping onto the chained crystal suspended above the abyss, balancing precariously on the rafters that creaked beneath my weight. A collapsed wall revealed itself, and beyond it, a hallway leading to an open door.

There I found him—the Scholar—encased in crystal like an insect in amber. His eyes followed me as I approached, though his body remained motionless. Upon touching the crystal, visions flooded my mind. Later, when I spoke with him at Roundtable Hold, he presented me with my Chalice—a vessel for both communion and sacrifice.

The Final Remembrance

The remaining chapters unfolded gradually, each expedition bringing me closer to my true purpose. Chapter 8 awaited after my confrontation with Heolstor the Nightlord—a battle that tested every fiber of my being. Victory brought me to Roundtable Hold, the Nightlord's Rune heavy in my possession.

But it was the Dismembered Finger in my bag that called to me. I felt its pulse, like a second heartbeat. Within the hold, I let it fall from my fingers to the ground below.

"This will do... I'm sure," I heard myself say, though the voice seemed distant, as if belonging to someone else.

I approached the corpse at the building's end, offering the Nightlord's Rune as was expected. The reward was twofold: the Remembrance Undertaker Skin—a reflection of my true self—and the Glass Necklace relic, delicate yet unbreakable.

Reflections in Darkness

My journey as Undertaker has been one of transformation and revelation. I have walked the line between faith and corruption, strength and surrender. The choices I've made echo through the halls of the Forsaken Hollows, leaving marks that cannot be erased.

As I stand now in 2025, looking back at the path I've traveled, I wonder what might have been had I chosen differently. Would the Iron Menial still haunt my dreams? Would the Scholar have found another fate? The night has become a part of me now, flowing through my veins and whispering secrets only I can hear.

The weight of my greatsword feels different now—heavier with purpose, lighter with understanding. Faith and strength remain my companions, though both have been tested and transformed by the darkness I've embraced.

For those who would follow in my footsteps:

• 🗡️ Prepare for multiple foes (Hoarfrost Stomp is particularly effective)

• 🧠 Collect Memory Fragments diligently between chapters

• 🌑 Listen to the night when it calls to you

• 💎 Seek the Scholar in crystal within the Great Hollow

• 👆 Remember the Dismembered Finger after defeating the Nightlord

My tale is but one of many in the vast tapestry of Elden Ring Nightreign. Each character walks their own path, faces their own demons. As Undertaker, I have faced mine and emerged... changed.

The night grows long, and my chalice awaits filling. Perhaps someday our paths will cross, fellow traveler. Until then, may your strength guide you and your faith sustain you through the Forsaken Hollows.

In darkness, we find truth.

In remembrance, we find purpose.

In the end, we find ourselves.