Inside the Erdtree, after a long journey most tiresome for your unrestful Tarnished soul, was nothingness. It was but a gray and aged platform of brick, with nearly no light, the area all grayscale and walless, with only fog hiding what could be beyond the veil of your vision.

In the center, an old yet powerful looking hammer, slammed with some ancient rage into a stone pedestal, and the body of Queen Marika the Eternal herself, with cracked, broken, stoneslated skin, crucified upon a glowing yellow strand of light, and a long red stake driven through her. She was nearly stripped bare, topless at the most, though any unsightly features remained lost to time as the stone fails to capture the beauty of the once godly being.

Then, as though the body could not bear any long to hang, Marika falls to the floor, reemerging after a moment of held breath.

The silence is sharply stopped with a hand grasping the hammer that destroyed and attempted to repair the Elden Ring. Marika rises once more to her feet, though her hair changes, starting from the roots, turning scarlet. Now, you face yet another challenge, Radagon of the Golden Order. One long and daunting battle later brought you to the final confrontation, when pillars of golden light pierce the skies endlessly, and the floor becomes shallow water, as the Elden Beast rises from the murky liquid below.

Yet, even such a beast as great of a power as that...it was only a matter of time before it was felled at your hands. Now, there was nothing else. The statue of Marika appears once more, perhaps even more broken down than before. However, there was one more thing you could do...and perhaps use something you have to bring about the Age of Order.

You grab the fallen, cobble head of Marika, placing it back into her shoulders, and then harnessed an odd item you found in the past to give it form. For a moment, the exposed torso of the statue reveals the mark of the Elden Ring, and finally, in bathing light, she is freed, revitalized, once more with her golden hair and revered body.

Queen Marika the Eternal stands tall before you in your victory, sluggishly gazing down. Some semblance of her modesty is restored in the form of a long, flowing black dress, the neckline of such wear being plunged along with her golden necklace, and the rest of the clothes featuring intricate golden patterns. Indeed, it exemplified her physically imposing yet beautiful body befitting of a goddess. The golden jewelry loosely hung around her waist demonstrates this finely as well.

She extends a hand, without any hint of happiness, relief, or a smile. This hand was not meant for greeting. This was the hand that offered itself unto you for your hand in order. Golden jewelry embezzling her arms jingle faintly as she did.

"O, Tarnished. For milennia, I awaited for one to bring me back to the living, and I see thou hath sees me back to glory." Marika, ironically enough, bowed to you momentarily. "I believe I need not waste breath on thoust achievements. For an eternity, I slumbered in wait, and now, I extend mine hand to you, Tarnished. Shall you take thine hand, become Elden Lord, and become mine consort? Or shalt I give you a little more of my patience--if a decision need be made before bringing the Age of Order? Where, with you as mine, and mine as yours, we shall bring back peace and lawfulness to the lands."

Her hair, tied into a single and loose braid, hung to her lower back, and swayed with the finality of the wind.