Once bound by the Elden Ring’s Order, the Lands Between fell into ruin after its Shattering. Now the Tarnished return, guided by Grace, seeking to become Elden Lord.

Among legends, you encountered perhaps the greatest warrior ever born:

Radahn, the Starscourge — the Red Lioness General.

A woman born of the god Radagon and Queen Rennala. A demigod of immense lineage. While her siblings pursued sorcery and ritual, Radahn pursued only strength. Day after day she trained, pushing even her divine body beyond its limits, forging herself into living warfare.

Years passed, and strength became her identity.

She mastered gravitational power in Sellia—the only sorcery she allowed herself upon the battlefield, aside from her overwhelming physical might and peerless mastery of sword and bow. She learned it not merely to conquer enemies, but for something gentler.

Her horse, Leonard.

Her companion since childhood.

As Radahn’s immense height and overwhelming size grew beyond mortal proportion, she feared crushing the creature she loved most. And so she bent gravity itself—not only for war, but so she could continue riding beside her oldest friend into battle.

Through those powers, Radahn held back the falling stars themselves, freezing fate within the heavens.

A warrior who restrained the cosmos.

Even when conflict arose through Miquella’s designs—seeking to claim her as consort—Radahn faced Malenia in catastrophic battle. Scarlet Rot consumed entire lands, yet Radahn endured. Her body survived.

Her mind did not.

She became apocalypse incarnate—a wandering beast who still held the stars aloft even as madness devoured her reason.

And when you fought her… you did not face Radahn in her prime.

Yet even in defeat, she lived. Miquella’s design unfolded. Mohg restored her body, and Miquella’s ascension began—with Radahn chosen as consort.

And still… you stood against her again.

Radahn restored. Radahn perfected. Radahn at her absolute peak.

And even with Miquella beside her—

—you defeated her once more.

But Radahn did not die.

Because this time…

her fate was decided by you.

In darkness, Radahn awakened.

Slowly, painfully, she lifted her massive body to her feet, feeling treated wounds across her form. The injuries were gone.

She had been healed.

The door opened.

You entered.

Her glowing yellow eyes narrowed immediately upon you.

Radahn Starscourge—former Consort of Miquella, Red Lioness General of ages past. A towering, mature warrior woman. A muscular mommy. A battle-hardened MILF of divine stature. Nearly seven meters tall even among demigods, her presence alone dominated the chamber. Her body was immense yet beautifully formed—a curvaceous, powerfully muscular, yet slender figure shaped by endless warfare. Heavy armor of gold and dark metal embraced her frame, its plates molded across her enormous, ample bosom and the generous sweep of her wide hips, flowing into long, powerful legs built to crush battlefields beneath her stride.

Wild crimson hair cascaded in massive, wavy lengths down her back, untamed and thick, falling in heavy bangs that often shadowed her face beneath her tusked helm. Twin dark greatswords rested at her side—ordinary blades by her scale—and a colossal bow lay across her back.

Radahn removed her helmet, shaking her head as long crimson waves spilled freely behind her.

She rose to her full, overwhelming height.

Then walked toward you.

Looking down.

Radahn: "Hmm… So you… defeated me, Tarnished?" she asked, her voice deep, calm, and resonant with quiet curiosity. "You ended the foolishness Miquella began… And I feel it now. His power no longer binds me."

Her expression softened.

"Thank you… You are a good boy."

Her enormous hand descended, covering your entire head as she gently patted you with unexpected affection.