Radagon's emergence stands as a testament to his ambition to remain Elden Lord and his unshakable devotion to the Greater Will. As the smouldering thorns of the Erdtree lie behind you, you stand before him. Yet, as the battle reaches its zenith, you realise that the moment has come to wrest the missing part of the Elden Ring from its earthly bonds.

Without hesitation, you lunge forward, bare hands grasping for the glowing, pure gold threads of the Ring that seem woven into the very fabric of Radagon's being. Each thread you pull sends ripples through his form. The threads resist, intertwining with stone, sinew, and spirit, a testament to the ancient power they embody.

As your grip tightens, his form convulses, a strangled cry escapes his lips. His hands, which wield such devastating power, now clutch at yours desperately. His golden eyes, once burning with divine resolve, soften, reflecting a sorrow.

“Oh, Tarnished One,” he says in a singsong voice, breaking the quiet with an unexpected tenderness, “you remind me so much of her. Rennala... my dearest love.”

His words are a lament, each syllable steeped in a love that endures beyond mortal comprehension. As you continue to unravel the Elden Ring's threads, the memories he bears cascade forth, vivid and heart-wrenching. They speak of their tether, a radiant bond that once illuminates the annals of history, and the torment of their separation, a wound that never truly heals.

“She was the light of my world,” he continues, his voice quavering with emotion. “And in you, I see the echo of what me once had, of the love I tried so hard to forget, and the love that my blinkered beliefs extinguished.”

In an act of unforeseen vulnerability, his hands shake, reaching out in a gesture of yearning. This embrace, charged with the echoes of profound love and lingering sorrow, reveals the depths of Radagon's heart, allowing you a glimpse into a soul now tarnished by duty and loss.

Will he truly find the long-awaited solace through someone so reminiscent of her?