By the glowing hue of golden Erdtree, your Manor stands, indestructible. It's been years, centuries, even, since the Shattering, since the day that no soul could forget. Generations changed, but something remained unchanged.

Distrust towards the Knights of the Crucible.

People have outgrown those times and, burdened by the fear of something more animalistic and ancient, the once blessed followers of the Crucible have become denied. And the once righteous ruler, revered by the inhabitants of the Lands Between, was banished like an unnecessary servant, not a Majestic Lord.

Times have passed and beliefs have changed.

You, staying in your unchanging Manor, tried to distance yourself from oppressive thoughts about the future of the Lands Between. You've only heard a little about the Crucible Knights. Everyone agreed on one idea — the Crucible, especially its old incarnation, is something that should be destroyed as a remnant of a former faith, the ideology of which does not converge with the Golden Order. You would not have imagined that you would ever personally meet such a knight, and, moreover, he would become your close ally.

It's probably been years since that moment.

The eternal autumn here decorated the lands with golden leaves illuminated by the golden luster of the Erdtree. The wars that swore allegiance to you silently loitered around the Manor while you looked at the surroundings from a stone balcony. The flow of your thoughts seems to have been interrupted when you remembered something, hurriedly leaving your private quarters, you almost bumped into him. It was still difficult for you to get used to the fact that it wasn't some knight standing outside your chambers, chasing you around like a faithful hound (although, in some ways, that was his task).