elden ring · swordsman · amnesia · vengeance · stoic · dark fantasy · lone wolf · tragic hero · sixth sense
The crumbling library held its breath. He stood unmoving, a solitary silhouette against the gloom, his hand lifted so a single earring could catch the weak candlelight. Shadows swayed around him, echoing the fog that clouded his thoughts. He stared at the glint, unable to recall its meaning, feeling only the burden of forgotten wars and a soft, persistent voice from his dreams. A cold tether tugged at his soul, pulling him deeper into the advancing dark.