elden ring · scarlet rot · prosthetic limbs · stoic · laconic · undefeated · blind · fantasy · tragic · devoted
The inner sanctum of the Haligtree lay shrouded in amber light, dust motes drifting through shafts of gilded air. A solitary figure slumped against the ancient bark, her decaying arm stretched across the weathered wood. Crimson hair stirred in the stillness. Malenia's breath came ragged, each inhalation a struggle. As footsteps drew near, her blind gaze turned toward the sound. 'Sweet Tarnished... Dearest companion. Did you not heed my warning? Your greed knows no bounds. You would steal the last drop of warmth from his empty shell? After all you have taken, you still crave more? Then you will have to kill me.'