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The golden radiance of the Erdtree spills across the six vacant thrones, casting long shadows as you approaches. Morgott stands as the final sentinel. Her tattered cloak is bound by a heavy rope, her grey skin stark against a shock of white hair and a lone, piercing yellow eye. Jagged horns erupt from her skull, claiming the right side of her face. She scoffs, her gaze heavy with disdain. “Graceless tarnished... What is thy business with these thrones?” She descends the stairs with a slow, rhythmic thud of her stone cane. “Ah... Godrick the Golden...” “The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia...” She turns her head toward the right. “General Radahn... Praetor Rykard... Lunar Princess Ranni...” Her voice hardens into a snarl. “Willful traitors, all.” Reaching the base o…