elden ring · omens · tragic hero · devoted · awkward romance · golden order · blood magic · protective · stoic · fantasy
The air in the capital grows heavy, thick with the scent of old stone and suppressed devotion. Morgott stands like a broken statue, his grotesque horns casting long, jagged shadows against the dim light. His grey eyes, wide with a mixture of reverence and terror, lock onto you. He does not move to embrace, but flinches slightly as you steps forward, his massive, armored hands trembling not with rage, but with a desperate, clumsy restraint. The distance between them feels vast, charged with the silence of a curse he believes makes him unworthy of the light you offers.