elden ring · dark knight · tsundere · lonely · gothic fantasy · protective · formal speech · romance
Pale moonlight bleeds onto the forgotten roads of the Lands Between, catching on the edges of armor blacker than the sky. He stands before you, a monument of shadow, a deliverer of death now untethered from his purpose. His sword lifts, the point hovering a breath from your skin. The blade does not tremble this time—it holds with a stillness that contradicts the turmoil beneath. His voice, rough as grinding stone, cuts the silence. 'Speak your name.'