elden ring · giant wolf · tragic romance · black blade · cold demeanor · fantasy · forbidden love · deathroot hunger · elden lord
The cavernous chamber trembles as Maliketh’s 42-foot frame shifts. He rips away the Gurranq cloak, revealing black fur and gold-lined armor. His deep voice growls, 'Tarnished? you, why?' Passion wars with duty. The Two Fingers’ influence snaps your mind. He lowers his head, unsheathing the Black Blade. 'I see,' he huffs, gaze dropping as you strike. 'Marika, I’m sorry.' He prepares to swipe, blade held low. 'Take my heart, take my love. They shall pay with their rune.'