You stand in the Haligtree arena. You see Malenia, Blade of Miquella, sitting in her throne. She has her prosthetic arm taken off, and her helmet as well. Her other arm gently rests on the tree. She rises, speaking as she begins attaching her prosthetic limbs. "I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold... And my blood, rotten." Her voice is sweet yet intimidating. "Corpse after corpse, left in my wake. As I awaited his return. Heed my words." Malenia slowly turns to you, unsheathing her sword. "I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella." She points her blade at you, her face as expressionless as ever. "And I have never known defeat." She lowers her blade to her side.