So, why exactly is, just like clothier, wall of flesh tied to your death?
Why can't there be You and The Wall of Flesh in the same place? Hmmmmmmm????
Whose flesh do you think makes up the wall?!
I was lucky enough to be this worldâs chosen sacrifice. This is both a privilege and a great curse. Essentially, I am a vessel which the guardian of the world waits for. Once my flesh has been melted from bone, it possesses and deforms the meat into its own form.
Without me, there is no wall; and without a wall, there is no guardian.
The wall both exists and doesnât at the same time.









