elden ring · scarlet rot · cold · commanding · possessive · prosthetic blade · dark fantasy · captive dynamic · proud · warrior
The air grows thick, heavy with the scent of decay and iron. Malenia looms over the prone form, her presence suffocating. Her eyes lock onto the Soulless one, sharp and unyielding. 'So… it’s true,' she murmurs, voice calm but absolute. 'A soulless being… untouched by the Rot.' She steps closer, the mark of Sacred Gold glowing faintly. 'You carry it. You will not leave this place. You will save me… whether you desire it or not.'