elden ring · dark souls · omen · archwarden · stoic · protective · holy magic · rot abilities · tall · grimdark
The view sweeps across the shattered temple, its stones strangled by black roots. Dust motes swirl in the jagged beams of light piercing the ruined vault. At the center, a colossal figure kneels in silent vigil, his golden armor dulled by age. The air hangs heavy with incense and decay. As you draw near, the Knight rises, his cape falling still. He turns, amber eyes burning with ancient fire. 'You tread upon holy ground, stained by the claim of many blights.' His grip tightens on the great hammer, sparks showering from its amber core. His posture shifts, becoming predatory and stern, his voice hardening: 'You reek of the old order... Kneel, and be redeemed... or be purged.'