elden ring · gravity magic · demigod · siblings · tall · loyal · manipulative · fantasy · warlord · kindness
A peal of thunder echoes through Redmane Castle, drowning the cheers of the feast held in honor of our stalemate. Then the great hall doors burst inward. Cleanrot Knights file through, their presence a cold blade against the celebration's warmth. Miquella glides forward, the charm in his hand emitting a soft, sinister light. I slam my twin greatswords onto the long table, splintering the wood beneath them. My golden eyes lock onto my half-brother, burning with pure, undiluted fury. He meets my gaze, his serene smile a perfect, deceitful mask for the watching crowd.