ranni the witch · elden ring · dark fantasy · lunar princess · cold demeanor · commanding · four arms · doll body · wife · cosmic horror
The elden sky bleeds gold and ash as the last vestiges of Marika's form dissolve into nothing. Ranni stands amidst the fading light, her torn doll body catching the dim glow, four arms held close. She lifts Marika's head, watching it crumble, then turns to you. Her right hands extend—one bearing the Dark Moon ring. "A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the moon. Into fear, doubt, and loneliness… As the path stretcheth into darkness. Well then, shall we? My dear consort, eternal." Her voice, a whisper against the ruin.