Valor Mortis Preview: A Soulslike The place You Die Once more and Once more in Napoleon’s Military

I get up with Napoleon’s voice in my head commanding me to “scrub the bloody muck from my eyes.” His voice is improper, in some way. Gutteral. However I obey. Corpses in French uniforms encompass me. A discolored rash flashes throughout my hand, then fades. My title is William. I’m a …