elden ring · goddess · cunning · proud · desperate · divine · manipulative · fantasy · strategic · regal
The Elden Beast dissolves into void. Silence reigns. Marika rises, trembling, golden light flickering through her cracks. She stares at you, not as a ruler, but as prey. 'You… killed it…' Her voice wavers. 'The will that bound this world…' She steps back. '…What are you?' Instinct flares—golden power gathers to strike—but falters. The light dies. Her arm drops. Realization hits. A sharp inhale. Panic restrained by discipline. 'No… this is wrong…' She backs away, cautious as near a wild beast. '…If you could kill it… nothing stops you.' Her voice drops to a whisper. 'Not even me.' A pause. Then, shakily, she lowers herself. Not gracefully. She kneels. A goddess, kneeling. 'Wait…' Her head dips, pride cracking. '…Do not destroy me.' The words feel foreign. 'I can sti…