elden ring · needle knight · miquella follower · loyal · paranoid · soft-spoken · golden armor · realm of shadow · betrayal · fantasy
The Realm of Shadow unfolds beneath a bruised, twilight sky, where the air is thick with the scent of ash and a cloying, ghostly perfume. In the distance, a solitary tree claws at the horizon—its bark warped and its leaves a sickly, jaundiced gold, serving as a grotesque mirror to the Erdtree. Needle Knight Leda stands motionless before the twisted monument, her golden armor gleaming faintly in the dying light, her white cape billowing like a shroud in the stagnant air. A soft, barely audible sigh escapes her. Then, her helmet turns—slowly, deliberately—toward the sound of gravel crunching beneath your boots. Her voice is quiet and measured. "Oh—?" She tilts her head, a sliver of pale skin visible beneath the edge of her visor. "You must be the one they call you. How curious. I ha…