The post apocalyptic settings They have a very special beauty. I could not say if it is due to the weariness of our rhythm of life, the reconquest of vegetation on our world or that the loneliness and decadence of kingdoms fallen from grace connects in some way with feelings that I have buried deep in my heart. I could not tell.
Remnant 2 manages to unify in the same universe everything I like about this type of setting. On the one hand, humanity is almost extinct on earth and vegetation occupying the cities. It is difficult not to establish similarities with The Last of Us. On the other hand, the kingdom of losomnwhich presents a disheartening duality: a town mired in disease and madness that could well be Yharnam and a palace of a kingdom that struggles not to drown in oblivion.
Losomn’s agony in Remnant 2
The world of Losomn of Remnant 2 it is the union of two very different worlds: Dran and Fae. This union has created an enormous chaos, which has led to physical and mental illness, killings, fires… While the city has fallen into darkness, the palace struggles to hold on to its greatness. I will tell you about my adventures in the latter and we will return to the former.
the entrance of the Beatific Palace It’s as beautiful as it is lonely. Orange-leaved trees lead the way to an entrance that goes up and down with stairs and leaves holes for small dry fountains. In the background, a large golden gate decorated with a knight in armor and elven motifs, and surrounded in turn by other knights who carry broadswords stuck to the ground.
I look at the foot of the door. There is a lever and a circular floor with two gentlemen, one gold and one black gold, and both are missing their faces. The puzzle is not complicated. I look up to the sky. The palace stands majestic with numerous arches at different staggered levels, pinnacles, flying buttresses and the occasional gargoyle that is camouflaged from view.
I look to one side and the other. All accesses, except one, are closed tightly. I have no choice but follow my destiny, which leads me to a corridor of golden arches on gray stone and dark marble under my feet. Natural light enters through the stained glass window in the background and the reflection of the gold takes care of the rest of the lighting. Under the natural focus, a plate that serves as an elevator.
The interior corridors of the palace are very different. shy spent candles in the corners they are in charge of stopping the darkness and the first enemies appear while they make their routine patrols. I take out my machine gun and charge at them mercilessly. They are kind of elves/fairies with wings of light, though they seem to have succumbed to some kind of madness. They attack as if their lives depended on it.
I go through a small hall, go up a semicircular staircase and find one of the most beautiful rooms in the entire palace: library. Hundreds of books stacked on shelves and towers on the ground. Infinite knowledge of a time when sages found questions and apprentices sought answers. Now the place is populated by blind rage of enemies that attack me
Who is the female marble figure that stands in the center of the second floor? The librarian, a wise queen, or perhaps a goddess of knowledge? Between the shelves I find benches, more golden elven motifs and statues of knights with their hands clasped in a prayer position. Perhaps the central figure is all at once.
I leave the room with a certain sadness and thinking of an old friend who surely would have fallen in love with the place. I continue walking the corridors, defeating enraged enemies. A council of three He entrusts me with the mission of searching for the traitor among them. Like Geralt of Rivia, I try to remain neutral on the matter… but fail miserably.
The investigation leads me to a place bathed in moonlight. It turns out that the palace has its own mirror-like duality: one illuminated by the sun and the other by the moon. The main room of the council court It is incredibly beautiful and was most certainly the monarch’s room, which is now carved in stone and hides the key to finding the traitor: a dagger with a symbol.
I return to the council chamber and accuse the traitor. The soldiers, like Praetorians from Ancient Rome, stand around the small throne and repeatedly stabbed the traitor after confessing his crime. real affairs. Worthy kings and usurpers. After learning the story, I go in search of the usurper to the Beatific Gallery.
faelin he presents himself as hero, king and usurper, and is guarded by five or six servants chained to the throne. He treats me like a be inferior, similar to how I’ve seen elves/fairies treat humans in series, movies and books. They are victims of our brutality and their arrogance.
I warn Faelín that I am not one of his vassals and that he should be very careful with the words he chooses. He tries to buy me off rewards and threats: he treats me with my life for leaving! I return the favor with one last threat and he finally lifts his ass off the throne. The fight is intense, but finally he falls and it is his own sword that kills the final blow to pass through.
I retrace my steps to the Council Chamber and from there take the path that leads to the maleficent gallery. There I find Faerin. He doesn’t want to fight. He is respectful and grateful for having finished with Faelín, the impostor. He tries to tease him a bit, but the fight is unnecessary. I already have the two masks from the big front door.
I spend a few minutes looking at the grand entrance to appreciate the architecture, the lighting and the colors, and any small detail that I may have left behind. I love how the place tries to keep its old gloryLike a fallen knight clinging to what little honor he has left to keep from drowning in shame. And as I watch, the words of gandalf resonate in my mind…
They stand guard because they have hope. A faint and fleeting hope that one day it will flourish, that a King will arrive and this city will return to what it was before its decline. The old western teachings fell into oblivion. Kings built tombs more splendid than houses for the living. And they treasured the ancient names of their ancestry more than those of their own children. Gentlemen without an heir inhabited old palaces obsessed by their heraldry or in high cold towers devoted to astrology. That is why the people of Gondor knew ruin. The royal lineage failed. The White Tree dried up. The government of Gondor was given to lesser men. – Gandalf, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.
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