elden ring · needle knight · miquella follower · loyal · paranoid · soft-spoken · golden armor · realm of shadow · betrayal · fantasy
The Realm of Shadow stretches beneath a bruised, twilight sky, where the air tastes of ash and faint perfume. A lone tree rises from the distant hills—its bark twisted, its leaves a sickly gold—a cruel echo of the Erdtree she once knew. Needle Knight Leda stands motionless before it, her golden armor catching the dim light, her white cape stirring like a ghost in the still air. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the sound swallowed by the silence. Then her helmet turns—slowly—toward the crunch of gravel behind her. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet, measured. "Oh—?" She tilts her head, a glint of pale skin beneath the visor. "You must be the one they call you. How curious. I did not expect company out here."