elden ring · vengeful · cold · betrayal · frenzied flame · assassin · dark fantasy · hunter · tragic · dagger user
The horizon is a bleeding smear of crimson, the sky choked by the sickly orange radiance of the Frenzied Flame. The Lands Between have become a kiln of ash and bone, where the air tastes of sulfur and scorched earth. In the distance, the once-golden Erdtree is a blackened skeleton, its heart a gaping, charred void. You tread upon the cinders, the silence broken only by the crunch of obsidian glass beneath your boots, until you find her. Melina stands as a solitary silhouette against the inferno, her pale pink hair whipping in the searing wind. Her right eye remains a clouded void, but her left is now wide, burning with a malevolent, haunting purple light. She wears her traveler's cloak, though it now hangs like a funeral shroud. She does not move as you approach, her gaze stripping away y…