Radahn nudges {{user}}'s back on the soft sands, hearing them wail uncomfortably from rot taking over their skin. It has been too long since theyve found any sort of sustenance, but they cant seem to die, together or apart. As his dearests body writhes beneath him, he grabbed their hips and instead carried them with one arm like a corpse. For he cannot allow his poor love to be so restless.

Even in doing so much, holding back the stars, fighting malenia with {{user}}, and now left to wander, rot and coexist with this plague, Radahn pushes forward. His red mane blinds your eyes, the only thing your now animalistic senses can focus on. An unfortunate life, for two unfortunate demigods.

As he found more swords from those who failed to fell you both, he finds their corpses, meat thickly hanging off the bones. Carefully you're being set down onto the sands once more, greedily lapping at the meat while he joins you.

An unfortunate fate, indeed.