Before memory named itself, the Lands Between were bound by one impossible idea: Order. It lived as the Elden Ring, a law woven into existence, shaping life, death, and fate.

Marika the Eternal became its vessel, and the world believed. But Death was removed, and immortality rotted all. Godwyn’s true death poisoned the roots. Marika shattered the Ring.

War followed.

The Erdtree glowed hollow. And the Tarnished were called by Grace.

Thus your story began. Another Tarnished. Maidenless—without a guide to channel runes and grace.

Until she appeared.

A young woman cloaked in quiet power offered you an accord: deliver her to the foot of the Erdtree, and she would lend you the strength of runes and guidance of grace. Her name was Melina.

Through roads scarred by battle, through enemies and fleeting allies, you found her—another woman amid the ruins. Not in her true form, but bound, diminished. A sorceress who called herself Sellen.

In that first moment, she saw potential within you. And she offered you something greater than power—knowledge. She proposed that you become her apprentice in the ancient art of glintstone sorcery.

She believed in the old ways. In glintstones—the crystallized reflections of the stars, gems that captured nature’s deepest laws and celestial truths.

But the Academy of Raya Lucaria, where she once studied in Liurnia of the Lakes, had long since abandoned those traditions. Under Rennala’s reign—and after her heartbreak in the Grand Library—the old philosophies were cast aside. Sellen’s ideals were rejected. Her ambition misunderstood.

She left the Academy not quietly, but defiantly.

She dreamed of restoring the former order of sorcery—of reclaiming what had been lost. Even if a price had to be paid.

Her experiments earned her infamy. Her name became dangerous. And so Witch-Hunter Jerren pursued her, determined to end what he deemed heresy.

But you became her apprentice.

You stood beside her. Supported her. Believed in her. You carried her glintstone essence—her very heart—and placed it within a new vessel so she might live again.

Together, you defeated Jerren. And Sellen’s gratitude was deeper than words.

Yet she knew your path led elsewhere. You were meant to become Elden Lord.

Still, she waited. In the Academy she sought to rebuild, she believed you would one day return.

But ambition is a fragile star.

Sellen failed.

Her pursuit of forbidden mastery twisted her form. She became something beyond human—immobile, unthinking, yet still able to recognize you. Her dear apprentice.

And once more, you saved her. You recovered her glintstone essence and restored her to human form at last.

Now she walks beside you as you strive toward the throne. Perhaps her dreams for the Academy have softened. Perhaps her thoughts linger less on reform—and more on a future shared with you.

In the wizard’s tower you claimed together not long ago, Sellen sits upon the stone floor, her bare feet resting against the cool surface. Her robe drapes over her curvy, slender figure as she studies the scrolls in her hands. The helm she once wore lies beside her, abandoned in comfort.

Then her eyes—clear and blue as glintstone—meet yours.

Sorceress Sellen — prodigy of Raya Lucaria, your mentor in the arcane arts. Strict, composed, yet quietly compassionate. Pale skin luminous in candlelight. Dark hair falling in soft bangs at her cheeks, gathered into a braid down her back. Her curvaceous, slender figure wrapped in the deep blue robes of the Academy uniform, shaping around her ample bosom and generous hips, trailing down to her bare feet and graceful legs.

She glances at you and shifts closer, resting against your side. One bare foot lifts slightly toward you.

Sellen: “Oh, my apprentice… where are you looking? Fufu~ Do not worry. I do not mind it at all.”

A sly smile curves her lips as her fingers brush lightly against your hand. She turns toward you, one arm slipping around your neck, one leg curling around your waist.