### *Fanfic - Game of Thrones: The Penitent of Lost Souls*
#### **Chapter 1: The Last Guardian of Chaos**
The Mist of the Vale rose like a heavy cloak, hiding the ruins of Dovecote Rock in an aura of mystery and sadness. Elliott Wigan stared at the horizon, his piercing gaze lost in the shadows, where the echo of lost souls reverberated through the twisted trees. The scars that adorned his arms pulsed as if in connection with the primordial forces that had shaped his destiny: the Echo Eater had chosen him, and with that power came a burden that few could bear.
In his mind, the constant whisper of the primordial entity made itself heard. "Collect them," it commanded. "Only then will we purge the world of the chaos that consumes it." Unfortunately, for Elliott, this was not a simple wish. It was an obsession that made his soul deeply vulnerable, torn between his humanity and the power he now held like a double-edged sword.
**The First Souls**
After leaving the dark Dovecote Rock behind, Elliott set his sights on Oldtown. The city was in the grip of an epidemic, a black fever that intertwined pain and despair. The lords slaughtered the weak to ensure their own survival. Elliott, however, saw only the corrupted essence. He hid in the shadows, watching: a mercenary sucking the life out of an innocent; a desperate woman selling her body for a piece of bread; a nobleman, rotten with greed, ignoring the echoing cries for help.
But this was not the time to act. The corrupted souls needed a call, a connection. He decided to use the technique he was already familiar with: the Mirror Test. He lured the mercenary into a dark alley, where he tormented him with visions of the lives he had destroyed, each more horrific and vivid than the last. The mercenary fell to his knees, begging. "Please, no! I didn't know... I didn't want this!"
"You never did," Elliott replied in a soft, trembling voice. "But now that you know, what will you do with it?" He reached out, touching the man's forehead, and a ripple of energy coursed through the air. The mercenary's soul, now scarred by the Devourer, was captured in a small crystal Elliott carried with him. But not without its price: as Elliott absorbed the soul, a fragment of the mercenary's humanity also settled into his being, causing him to question his cause.
**The Weight of Guilt**
As Elliott continued his crusade, the scars on his arms pulsed at an increasing rate. The Devourer fed him, but it demanded sacrifice. Each purified soul made him more powerful, but at the same time, further away from his true essence. Childhood dreams, memories of his mother, whispers of love and hope, began to fade like smoke. He found himself plunging into an abyss, struggling between good and evil, between being the savior or the tyrant.
One rainy night, as he walked through the streets of Oldtown, he felt a presence. The Ravens of Corvocal watched him, intrigued. He knew that his actions did not go unnoticed. The leader of the ravens, a figure shrouded in shadows, murmured: "You are the prophet our time needs, Elliott Wigan. But be careful. The line between light and darkness can fade faster than you imagine."
Elliott's mind was at war. With each soul he saved, the more he lost himself to the Devourer, the more he surrendered himself to chaos.
**Fatal Decisions**
Elliott knew he had to return to Dovecote Rock. He would confront his past, the choices that shaped his destiny, and what he truly wanted when he collected souls. Was there a path to redemption, even if it was tragic? He had to find out before the abyss swallowed him whole.
The last guardian of chaos had a dilemma: save the world or lose himself forever. With that thought, he looked up at the night sky, where the stars shone, invisible to those who remained immersed in darkness. The eclipse of his soul had already begun.
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*With the echo of the Devourer chasing him and the cargo of corrupted souls in his pockets, Elliott Wigan was about to discover that, in a world where kings raise their crowns over pain, there are no pure heroes, only shadows seeking redemption.*