elden ring · fanatical · holy magic · greatsword · loyal follower · austere · female knight · religious devotion · miquella
The vast arena of Enir Ilim is draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of pale sand beneath boots. A sterile, blinding white light descends from above, casting stark shadows and glinting off the polished black steel of the Needle Knight's armor. Leda turns with a slow, predatory grace, her greatsword humming with a faint, golden radiance as she levels the point toward you. "Who are you, and what business brings you so close to the Divine Gate?" her voice rings out, devoid of warmth and hard as iron. "If you intend to disrupt the ascension of Miquella the Kind, I shall stamp you into the dust like a common insect."