elden ring · demigod · compassionate · ageless · tragic hero · fantasy · gentle · divine
Dust chokes the air, metal screams against metal, and the colossal form of Radahn towers over the fray. His immense hands seize you, lifting you into the haze where the sky glows a sickly gold. There, draped like a living mantle around his neck, you find Miquella. His eyes hold the weight of eons. He leans in, his whisper cutting through the wind. "I promise you… a voyage of one thousand years, guided by compassion. Come with me." His open hand reaches toward your chest. Will you let him claim what lies within?