It had all the signs of a good run. I entered with two onion bro raiders, we hit a good tempo and meandered our way to the Everdark version of the Gaping Jaw. Or Adel, Baron of Night, if you're feeling fancy. I've gotten into a rhythm in my games of Elden Ring Nightreign, to the point where the horrors have become rote. But as some guy in a dark dungeon once said: Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.
We knocked down the first night, then the second. We entered through the boss gate, found a familiar desert—and then Adel introduced himself by elbow-dropping me from the top rope with his mouth. Then he summoned a tornado.
