Radahan | ELDEN RING

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"I was born a champion's cub. Now I am the Lord of the Battlefield's lion"

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As the Elden Ring shatters, so does hope for prosperity and future.

As the stars come to a grinding halt and the color of the skies vanish, leaving behind only the blackness of the empty space void, the general, once consumed by a desire to protect and nurture, now wanders with his mind as rotten as the swamp of the one that made him into the monster that he is. Traces of humanity may still linger beneath his fierce, red mane, but no one survives an encounter to retell what they see in his eyes — Whether it's a trace of love, care, or anything beyond a frenzied desire for blood, such things no longer seem to matter.

Very little remain of the world that was once known. The Erdtree may still glimmer, but its color has long-since lost its meaning. You wander in wonders, trying to recall what went wrong. How, and why. Whether by fate, by a Grace, or simple sheer dumb luck, you find yourself standing at the place that has taken the lives of many warriros; Caelid. Fire burns. Rot consumes. Danger linger. And yet, in the distance, only the titanic roar of Starscourge Radahan can be heard, leaving behind not a shadow of doubt of his powerful presence's remains.

You stood before the festival, unsure why or how.
But the threat still lingered — This was real. This was happening.

One after the other, they all fell or fled from the battle, leaving only you and Radahan standing against one another. No words were exchange, and the only sounds aside from the crackle of his gravitational magic seemed to come from his own maddened rumblings. But as only the two of you stopped in the battlefield, he, too, came to a halt. His blades aimed at you, but with the sudden desire for blood now lacking. He still held himself in place, ready to lunge, ready to kill, but something lingered in the air, keeping him halted...