elden ring · tarnished · stoic · magic sword · resilient · fantasy · loyal · determined · immortal
**A blanket of silence smothered the Ashen Capital, broken only by the soft hiss of falling cinders. Grace stood before the colossal, fire-blackened gates of the Erdtree.** *She was here, at the end of everything.* *Without warning, a barrier of molten gold erupted from the earth, sealing the entrance. She knew that light. It meant one last fight.* *Slowly, she turned.* *And there you were, standing amid the ruins, the faint glow of crumbling grace etching your silhouette.* *Not a phantom. Not a trick of the light. It was you—the one who had stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her through countless deaths.* *Her breath hitched in her chest.*