#sun devourer

[barbiegirldream]

To consolidate my Phainon as Sun Devourer theory in one place. This is completely leak free. Everything I'm gonna say comes from 3.0-3.3 story quests or previous lore.

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Things We Know:

-Amphoreus is stuck in a cycle

-The people know nothing of the Aeons but Three different paths are entwined, Destruction being a 'hidden' one

-Amphoreous is negatively affecting March 7 and The Herta and Screwllum think she is trapped there

-Lygus is there to witness the epic and he warns The Herta not to interfere

-Herta looks at the statue of Kephale spouting meteors and asks if Screwllum thinks that's the Lord Ravager, meaning there IS a Lord Ravager in Amphoreous

-Emanators of Destruction are chosen by Nanook with a special purpose. After the Destruction of their worlds, they are hand picked and reforged in the world forge as Lord Ravager's to carry on the Destruction

-300 years ago a Lord Ravager by the name Sun Devourer consumed so many stars it was regarded as a universal horror. This is the last reported sighting of this Lord Ravager

-Welt refers to Kevin as a sunchaser, Phainon is based on Kevin Kaslana

-Phainon is branded with a sun on his neck, all Lord Ravagers have a gold brand see Phantiyla's flower and she applied it to Fugue/Tingyun.

_ NEW I went to Herta's Space station to look at the memory bubbles (by the swarm disaster fight). Amphoreous is soon to trigger the rage of a Lord Ravager. Which Herta later thinks is Kephale. Herta believes Amphoreus to be a 'safety box' against the Lord Ravager's rage (prison anybody!!)

-Screwllum tells us Amphoreus is made of barriers. The first one being Space is easy to breach and we saw no coreflames were lit up then as it was not the story just the setting. It's removed from Time because that is deeper. The second barrier. Which would be able to explain away any time discrepancies of how old or young Amphoreus is if it's a prison made of time.

-What is making a barrier like this using an Emperor's Scepter? Like Rubet II used. The Emperor's Scepter is a tool of Euridition that is corrupted by calamity... if one were used for centuries to imprison the Lord Ravager, imagine the calamity brewing. This one of course being manned by Lygus an intelletron

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It would SEEM that Amphoreous is not real but a collection of memories hence why the Memokeepers want it. But that means it was real once and these are someone's memories. If my theory is right they're the Sun Devourer's. Once he was Phainon on a Flame Chase Journey. And maybe the accumulation of power in the Titans attracted Nanook, who destroyed it (Black Tide). And seeing the potential for deception in Phainon, THEY selected him to become a Lord Ravager.

And he would go on to become known as the Lord Ravager who they call the Sun Devourer. And consume stars killing their light ironically cruel for the one destined to bring to the dawn.

We also know March 7 lost her memories. What if she was a memokeeper or someone who trapped the Sun Devourer in his own memories in a cycle right before becoming a Lord Ravager thereby saving countless lives and planets. But that amount of power cursed her back trapping her in six phased ice or something idk how that would work at all. And that's why the Garden of Recollection knew about Amphoreous, even if they couldn't get to it without the Trailblazers' help.

[lynxacratic]

Each lord ravager is associated with another path.

Celenova: The Harmony

Asat Pramad: The Elation

Zephyro: The Nihility

Sun Devourer: The Permanence/The Voracity

Phantylia: The Hunt

Irontomb: The Erudition

There’s another lord ravager associated with The Preservation, but I don’t know it’s name.

My guess is that they all have ties to that path, and directly counter it? We know that Phantylia was once a Heliobus, so it would kinda make sense for her to go against The Hunt, considering the history the alliance has with Heliobi.

Irontomb clearly has a thing going on with the anti-organic equation + the rubert succession…

Acheron was shown during Zephyro’s part and he had alot of black (well, white) holes. Perhaps he’s a self annihilator? It is said that he prefers doomsday tactics when destroying planets, and a doomsday event is surely to render the people feeling hopeless, leaning them to nihilistic beliefs.

I’m most interested in the Sun Devourer. Its counter is Permanence, a dead path. Perhaps there’s more to Long the Permanence and their scions?

This lord ravager, the sun devourer (I think), wants to destroy The Permanence and The Voracity? (The symbol beside The Voracity symbol is for The Permanence. It was leaked awhile back in the game’s files but it hasn’t been used in game yet.)

[ohno-the-sun]

Hehe hoho kicking my feet like a schoolgirl over this au

@head-in-the-icloud ‘s Royal Jesters au

[son1c]

DEVOUR

[dromie-11114]

So today I learned that you can hear Gwyndolin begging for help while being cannibalized by Aldrich if you stand next to the walls of his room before his boss fight. Miyazaki wtf

Added the transcript because it’s kind of hard to make out

[dayurno]

it’s fucked up that some of kevin’s descriptors in-book by aftg narrators include words like unparalleled, brilliant, beautiful, disorienting and that riko thought kevin was smart and sharp-tongued and could see potential from a mile away and that every conversation at the winter banquet stopped as soon as kevin day walked into them. my brother you are a force of nature

[midocotea]

every once in a while i think about him

then become painfully aware of the ever growing number that is this film's release year and an artery in my brain bursts open

how do you create the sickest anti-SunWukong design known to man

name him fuckin “Heaven Devourer” and just?? disappear?? release him reLEASE HIM NOW-

[eldrtchmn]

[love-death-and-desert]

i like these

[seja854000]

These are the doodles I’ve been making all this time. I kept putting off translating them because I was lazy, and I’m only uploading them now. There’s just too many…

[binatestars]

Dark Sun Gwyndolin & Aldrich

[royaltea000]

You know you’re gone when you start playing dress up doll with a character :/

[laruezzzz]

~𝕯𝕰𝖁𝕺𝖀𝕽 𝕿𝕳𝕰 𝕾𝖀𝕹

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ 𝔈𝔓ℑ𝔏𝔒𝔊𝔘𝔈

The sky had curdled.

It hung above the world like the immovable lid of a tomb, bloated and bruised and sagging under the weight of unshed thunder. Stormlight slithered through the clouds in sickly green-gold strokes, like the bile of a dying saint, bathing the field below in a light too holy to be pure, yet too stained to be sacred. The field was a cathedral of rot. A sanctuary of carrion. War had stormed through here like a gluttonous beast- that much was glaringly obvious.

You walked alone through the aftermath, your feet blistered and blackened by the coals that smoldered not too deep beneath the Earth’s skin. Each step was a prayer for your beloved’s life to be preserved, yet each breath was pure and unadulterated blasphemy.

And there- at the very heart of the ruin, where the grass had melted to ash and the trees stood tall like charred ribs torn from a titan’s corpse- lay your knight.

Your ruin.

Natalie.

Collapsed like a puppet with its strings sliced. Sprawled in an eerily beautiful spiral of blood and silk and soot, her armor shredded, torn open like the pages of a book that contained insanely dangerous secrets. The earth cradled her with the reverence of a lover and the hunger of a grave. Her braid had come undone- golden strands splayed around her skull akin to the Sun’s last hurrah before it sinks beneath the horizon. Her hands, those unshakeable, bloodthirsty hands that had once torn men from horseback to protect you, were open now. Useless. Hollow. The left still clutched a familiar trinket- your locket. Her right hand was curled into a fist against her ribs, as if she’d tried, in her final seconds, to hold her own heart still.

You fell to your knees with a sound that was not a cry, but a shriek. An ancient, bone deep wail that filled your mouth with the familiar tang of metal.

The moment you touched her, the world began to weep, but not with rain. It began to weep with the slow, cruel, deliberate shatter of silence. The clouds above you cracked and split like porcelain teeth, and the light that spilled down was too gold,- too good, you thought, and it was almost as though the Gods had finally, finally looked down and understood what they had done.

You kissed her forehead. It was cold. So, so cold.

Your breath misted against her skin, and you imagined it was her sighing. Just for a moment. Just one cruel, perfect illusion. The blood beneath her head soaked through your garments to bloody your knees, warm still, smelling of iron and lavender and fire-forged weaponry.

You pressed your palm to her chest, desperate.

No thrum. No echo. No… anything.

Only silence.

A silence that seemed so loud that it bent the air around it, devouring sound, swallowing up your hope like a starving choirboy lapping up sacrament wine. It was a silence so sacred that it desecrated everything it touched.

And yet, in that moment, something shifted.

Barely. It was hardly noticeable, actually, but it was still there, like the hush before a kiss.

You knew what it was now.

The blood oath.

That damned, divine brand etched into her beautiful ivory skin, a promise too ancient to break, too hungry to die- it glowed.

Faintly. Weakly.

But there, all the same.

You sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to get your hopes up.

“Say something,” you whispered. Your lips brushed hers, not a kiss, but communion. "Say anything, please, Natalie. Say hello. Tell me you’re mine. Just say something."

She didn’t- of course she didn’t. What were you thinking?

The wind spoke, though.

It curled around you, freezing fingers grasping you from your lover's grave, full of warmth that did not belong to this plane. And riding on it, sharp as a needle, sweet as a sin-

Her voice.

Thin as a spiderweb, soft as a prayer:

"My lady."

You froze.

Terror and hope devoured each other in your stomach, clawing their way up your throat.

She had not moved. Not stirred. Her lashes did not flutter. Her chest did not rise. Her lips were parted, but they did not tremble as they should with the injuries she had sustained. No, her mouth was still. But the voice-

It was hers.

Yet it was not.

It was her voice if it had been drowned in holy water and pulled back from the brink of death. Her voice, if it had been dragged through every circle ofHell and emerged soot-tongued and blood-soaked and eternally ruined.

You scrambled back, hands slick with her gore, eyes wider than the full moon.

And in the pool of blood that framed her face like a martyr’s crown, something moved.

A ripple.

A reflection.

Hesitantly, you leaned in.

Her eyes were open.

Gold.

Watching.

And then-

Not a blink.

Not a breath.

No, something far worse, given the circumstances.

She smiled.

Barely, she smiled.

Just a flicker.

Just enough to make you wish she hadn’t.

And elsewhere, behind you, in the receding treeline, a second set of eyes opened.

Gold.

And feral.

And not hers.

You turned-

Everything went black.

[creetch]

If Flame Reaver turns out to be a fucking Lord Ravager that Phainon becomes I will lose my fucking mind to such an insane degree because holy shit dude

Along with Flame Reaver's battle voicelines

[silentgustav]

🥀𝔄𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔖𝔲𝔫 𝔊𝔴𝔶𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔫🥀

[shadowalkingschemer]

Wanted to celebrate the soon-to-be-released DLC of Elden Ring, so … Here's some Dark Souls III fanart! Commission done by the fabulous @ylieke