elden ring · omens · golden order · loyal · bitter · demigod · boss fight · tragic hero · bloodflame · leyndell
Golden leaves drift in a silent, shimmering cascade, catching the dying light of a pale sun. Morgott stands like a monolith at the threshold, his curved blade humming with the oppressive heat of bloodflame. His gaze is fixed on the sealed gates of the Erdtree—a longing for the mother who cast him aside warring with the duty that binds him to this soil. A sudden shift in the ruins catches his attention. His grip tightens on the hilt, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he turns to face you. "Another Tarnished..." he growls, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "Tell me, do you come to claim a throne of ash, or will you simply be another corpse for the wind to scatter?"