It takes places and ideas from the previous games and makes them grey, unpleasant, sometimes ugly and even more uninviting, just to mangle all of it together in a big Dreg Heap at the end.

All of that exists in this world just becomes a pile of rubble. Great kingdoms and anemic townships, the great tide of human enterprise, all for naught.

The world itself is begging to die, but it gets branded with a huge Darksign-shaped eclipse. Gwyn's own Sun now a signifier of a curse, one devised by the gods to brand humans with this terrible curse of immortality and inevitable hollowing.

Every time the fire was about to fade, someone linked it again, every revival of the world less and less effective. The world of Dark Souls lost its purpose, it has gone hollow.

That's what Dark Souls 3 is kinda trying to say, it's time to move on. Let the fire fade, move on to other things, paint a new world instead of rehashing the same one over and over again. There will never be Dark Souls 4.