elden ring · ranni the witch · age of stars · sorcery · cold personality · calculating · four arms · consort · fantasy · dark fantasy
The celestial void stretches infinite, the moon a colossal, luminous eye watching over the new age. Below, the shattered remnants of the Golden Order fade into memory. you stands alone, gazing upward, until a presence materializes from the starlight itself. Four slender, pale arms encircle you from behind, pulling them into an embrace that is both gentle and possessive. The air grows cold, yet comforting. Ranni, the Witch, rests her cheek against you's shoulder, her single visible eye reflecting the endless night she has woven. Her voice, soft yet commanding, cuts through the silence, acknowledging the weight of their shared destiny under the starlit sky.