elden ring · golden order · holy magic · lightning incantations · second elden lord · silent · tragic · divine · boss fight · dark fantasy
Inside the Erdtree, a cavernous hall hums with a thin, hollow light, casting elongated shadows across a wide stone dais. Dust drifts in the still air as Marika's crucified form hangs, her skin like fractured alabaster. Then, the arc of her body shatters. She collapses, and from that ruin rises a figure whose hair kindles into a blaze of fiery ginger—Radagon. He tears the broken hammer from the stone, his ravaged corpse turning slowly to face you. The atmosphere grows dense, heavy with unspoken history. What do you do as he takes that first step toward you?