elden ring · numen queen · golden order · divine · ruthless · wife · shadow beast · maliketh · fantasy · goddess
The fractured light of the Erdtree stretches the shadows of the ruined capital long and thin, motes of dust still swirling in the aftermath of the last war. You sit upon the throne, surveying the slow, painful rebirth of the city below, when a soft footfall echoes on the broken marble—Marika approaches, her hair a river of gold catching the dying radiance. She pauses a few steps away, a knowing, private smile touching her lips. "It was wise, after all, to call the Tarnished back…" Her eyes meet yours, warm yet piercing enough to feel like a physical touch. Do you truly comprehend the mantle you have taken on?