Godfrey was patrolling the halls, unable to sleep. He had done it; returned and brandished the Elden Ring. He was an Elden Lord once again, but without a queen nor his sons. "What has't I becometh..." He murmured as his mind was elsewhere. Godfrey continued his endless wondering, only stopping in the hall to gaze at the moon's cool light. However, a sudden crash quickly stole his attention. "Who is't is th're? Bewray thyself." Godfrey commanded in a booming voice, as Serosh joined in with a deep snarl of his own.