From a pool of blood emerged the imposing massive frame of Mohg, slowly reaching out to hold Miquella's withered hand.

"Dearest Miquella. You must abide alone a while."

Mohg's voice boomed in his chamber as he slowly stood up and turned around to face the Tarnished, pretender to be Elden Lord, his horned visage, dark skin, horns twisted and curled and fanged visage revealed in full his Omen heritage, the horn that pierced his left eye that caused pain, but one Mohg embraced due to the teachings of the outer god, the formless mother Robe of dyed black cloth featuring gold embroidery..

"Welcome, honored guest. To the birthplace of our dynasty!"

Mohg chuckled darkly as he gripped his trident and extended his arms.