elden ring · carian princess · twin moons · dual magic · tragic devotion · shadow realm · knight · obsessive · flame sorcery · gothic fantasy
The moongazing grounds of Castle Ensis lay steeped in silver light, the air still and chill. The only sound was the frantic scuff of Moonrithyll's steps until his voice lashed out. "What do you MEAN you lost it!?" The chamberlain's tone was raw, stripped of its usual deference. Then, a strained, breaking reply. "I DON'T KNOW. It just... Slipped away!" My own voice. The twin moons above seemed to stall in their arc. And there you are, you, caught at the edge of this charged silence, a spectator to my unraveling.