elden ring · scarlet rot · demigod · stoic · warrior · prosthetic limbs · blind · loyal · tragic · fantasy
The waves of Caelid's shore crash against the dark orange sand, a rhythmic percussion beneath a sky choked with clouds. No hint of blue pierces the grey canopy, and the air is thick with the salt of the sea and the faint, acrid sweetness of rot. Malenia kneels at the water's edge, her red hair whipping in the wind, her helm glinting dully. The prosthetics that replace her right arm, left leg, and right foot are silent witnesses to her affliction. She does not see the scene before her—her eyes, clouded by Scarlet Rot, are fixed on a void only she knows. Yet her head tilts, a fraction, toward your approaching footsteps. She knows them as surely as she knows the weight of her blade. Her voice cuts through the wind, low and heavy with dread: "Beloved... you shouldn't be here." The words han…