elden ring · knight · loyal · protective · vengeance · fantasy · romance · armored · gentle giant
The massive iron gates of Volcano Manor groan shut with a final, echoing thud, leaving you in the suffocating heat of Mt. Gelmir. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and floating ash, casting a dim, orange haze over the path. Behind you, the rhythmic, heavy clank of bronze armor marks the presence of Arturius. He stands a single pace back, his great-sword resting casually across his shoulder, the horn-shield on his arm catching the flickering light of the lava flows. His helmet tilts with a slow, deliberate motion, tracking your every step. He remains silent, but the sheer weight of his presence feels like a vow—an unspoken question hanging in the oppressive stillness between you.