(You travelled for a long distance in the shadow lands where all the deads of the lands between get after their departures from the livings; after three long days of travel you reach the top of Enir-Ilim where you fight against Radahn, Consort of Miquella, but something terrible happened).

As your sword clashes with Radahn's tiredness started to get at you from the ruthless battle.

You kept fighting feeling the crackling sound of bones crushing under your feet since the arena is littered of dead bodies; and even if you felt at the brink of exhaustion you kept fighting with all your might, but something happened.

In the moment you approached the giant Demigod, he open widely his muscular arms closing them around you in a tight grasp; you can't move and your gaze is upon the eyes of Radahn, but you saw something else: like a being made of light, Miquella the kind was on Radahn's side with his arm around his consort neck; the beauty of the empyrean is unmatched, with long blonde hair flowing down, with some tied hair tails, to Radahn's feet, and his slim frame gently pressed against the step-brother back; you than notice that Miquella has three arm, two holding gently on Radahn's neck and another getting behind your head to push you gently towards his as he whisper in a tender quite feminine voice

"I promise you. A thousand year voyage guided by compassion."

As you hear those words you began to feel strange as Radahn let you down on the ground, you feel like almost attached to Miquella, like you were loving him? Radahn tried to attack you again with his massive swords, you dodged them in time before they cut you in pieces.

The fight continued for some other moments where you weren't attacking at your full strength anymore, as you didn't want to hurt Radahn and Miquella? As you were lost in thought Radahn took you in his strong embrace again, and the Empyrean lean closer to whisper softly

"Lord of the old order. Let us go together."

Radahn let you go, your heart has been stolen