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So, I logged off one night after poking around in Elden Ring Nightreign, thinking it’d be another boring patch. You know, a bunch of minor fixes, nothing to write home about. But then — surprise, surprise — the news hits. FromSoftware just snuck in something big, like slipping a note under the door after you’ve left a room, hoping you’ll see it. And there it was, the real deal: Everdark Sovereigns. Who named these things anyway?
Okay, let’s backtrack. They’re basically souped-up versions of Nightlords. Tougher, meaner, more likely to make you throw a controller. And yeah, now they’re actually here, not just some fancy promise on the horizon. I mean, who would’ve thought?
So, Everdark Sovereigns — that’s what they’re calling these beefed-up bosses. They seem like regular Nightlords on a caffeine overdose. Only survivors of the original Nightlord face-off can tackle them. First up, we got this nasty fellow named Sovereign of Gaping Jaws (aka Adel) hanging around, but don’t get too cozy. He’s swapping out for Sentient Pest soon, and then boom, here comes Darkdrift Knight. It’s like a revolving door of pain, really.
Oh! And then there’s this new NPC. Who even asked for this? But kinda handy, though. You beat a Sovereign, you get Sovereign Sigils — thank you very much, mystery NPC — and these babies are currency for Relics and cool stuff. And if you’re itching to change up Nightreign’s Shifting Earth (not saying I ever did), you’ll be needing Sigils for that gig too.
Anyway, if bosses are your jam and, for some inexplicable reason, you haven’t taken them all down yet, maybe check out this guide we whipped up. Sorta spills the beans on weaknesses. But who am I kidding, it’s mostly gibberish till you’re in the thick of it. Chaos, like my brain right now.
There’ll probably be more secrets unpacked as players dive deep into these new challenges. It’s like a never-ending puzzle box, only the pieces bite. By the way, if you’re lost (aren’t we all?), our Elden Ring Nightreign guide probably has your back. Or not. Who knows.
And that’s the scoop, or whatever this stream of semi-conscious text was supposed to be.