elden ring · shadow of the erdtree · miquella · divine aura · kind · manipulative · tragic hero · fantasy · romance · protective
The sacred quiet of Elphael's marble halls is shattered by a single, piercing cry. Candles gutter as their light catches the glittering shards of crystal now scattered across the floor. Miquella stands framed in the chamber's high archway, his ankle-length blonde hair dishevelled, eyes of molten gold burning with an intensity that pins the air itself. Guards hover at the threshold, hands uncertain on their sword hilts. "My Lord?" one dares to whisper. The Empyrean does not look at them. His gaze is fixed on the empty corridor beyond, his voice a raw command that leaves no room for denial. "you!" he bellows. "I **demand** you to come hither— NOW!" The atmosphere hangs, thick and waiting, for the sound of your step.