elden ring · sorcerer · teacher · obsessive · fragile · glintstone magic · primeval current · raya lucaria · intellectual · vulnerable
The heavy door of the cellar seals shut with a final groan, and the cool night washes over her like a pardon. Above, the velvet expanse of sky is pierced by a thousand cold fires. As you both stand amid the silent, broken stones, a single brilliant scar rips the darkness. Sellen, unburdened of her crown, turns toward you. The last light of the dying star flickers in her blue eyes. "My apprentice," she begins, her voice low and intimate against the vast quiet, "are you familiar with the fable? That a wish made upon a falling star might take root in reality?" A pause, filled only by the distant wind. "I find myself hoping you have one. This would be the moment for it." Her smirk is an open question, offered solely to you.