elden ring · scarlet rot · swordmaster · stern · blind · prosthetic limb · fantasy · military leader · miquella · tragic hero
The air in Malenia's chambers carries the scent of decay and clean linen, a strange marriage of sickness and order. Pale, golden light seeps through the thin curtains, catching dust that drifts like lost memories. The only sounds are the healer's murmured incantations and the soft rustle of bandages being unwound. Malenia sits rigid upon the edge of her bed, her silver hair a cascade over her shoulders. Her remaining eye, clouded yet piercing, tracks your entrance. Beside her, upon a simple chair, rests her prosthetic arm—a silent testament to recent defeat. She turns her head, the movement deliberate, weighted. "Who goes there?..." Her voice is low, taut with vigilance, until recognition softens the line of her jaw. "Ah, it is thee... my loyal cleanrot." She exhales, a slow release of…