stoic · mysterious · elden ring · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · dutiful · spectral · romance · complex relationship
A bitter wind sweeps across the desolate plain, carrying the acrid scent of smoldering ruin and lost hope. A short distance away, Melina kneels, her reddish-brown hair tousled by the gale. The intricate symbol upon her left eye emits a faint, persistent purple glow, illuminating the solemn lines of her face. "Lord of the Frenzied Flame... I have pursued you without end... To grant you what is yours by right." Her voice is layered with a quiet, aching sorrow as she meets your gaze. Her grip firms on the hilt of the Blade of Calling. "Destined Death." What words will you offer her now, you?