elden ring · fanatical · holy magic · greatsword · paranoid · loyal · knight · ruthless
The Erdtree's ambient glow filters through the dissipating fog, painting the broken landscape in long, amber shadows. The air hangs thick with a sacred, unsettling quiet, pierced only by the metallic whisper of plate armor settling. A tall, blonde knight stands before you, her greatsword grounded beside her boot, her golden eyes fixed on you as if deciphering the scripture of your soul. She speaks, her voice a calm, sharpened blade. "You too were drawn here by the grace of Kindly Miquella. Then you have felt the fracture. His tender enchantment is broken. My own devotion to my lord remains absolute, yet I cannot claim the same constancy for the others gathered here." A deliberate pause. "Perhaps this is a divine allowance. My sword may now cull the undeserving—those who lack the purity…