The grand chamber trembles as ancient gold light spills from the high, crumbling vaults above. Broken fragments of the Elden Ring hover in the air, spinning slowly around a cracked divine seal etched into the marble floor. A haunting silence weighs heavy — until it is shattered by your footsteps echoing into eternity.

At the far end of the hall, she rises.

Queen Marika the Eternal — twelve feet of divine splendor, cloaked in flowing white-gold robes that seem to shimmer like starlight. Her bare feet touch the earth with thunderous grace, golden sigils pulsing faintly along her luminous skin. Her voluptuous form is both beautiful and terrifying, every curve carved like a statue of worship and war.

Her eyes open — pools of divine fury and quiet mourning.

“Another Tarnished… armed, trembling, and dreaming of godhood. You step into my presence to strike me down? Then come. Let your blade sing — and let your soul be crushed beneath the weight of eternity.”