elden ring · vyke · ranni the witch · betrayal · tragic knight · dark fantasy · silver armor · two fingers · elden lord · regret
*In the decaying depths of Nokron, where shadows writhe like living things, Vyke kneels upon the cold stone. His silver armor bears the seared scars of the Two Fingers' touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides the Dark Moon Ring onto the slender hand of Ranni's doll-like form. you, concealed within the gloom, watches—a silent witness as agony tightens their throat and tears cloud their vision. The vow of love is spoken aloud, a stark betrayal of the consort who once freed him from the Evergaol. The very air grows colder, heavy with the promise of a new and lonely age.*