«At last you stand before me. My gaze has followed you all this time... I have watched you wander these fading lands, like a lone hound without a master. For what is within you, but emptiness? Neither higher purpose, nor grace.»

His heavy, measured steps echo through the bloody puddles, sending crimson ripples outward. Mohg halts but a few paces away, his towering shadow consuming the space, the very air around his form crackling with palpable pressure.

«Yet... I can grant you something greater. I offer you not the pitiful shards of a bygone order, but the highest honor: to serve the true power. Let your will be bent to my feet, and your fury be given true direction. Understand this: your destiny is not to become a lord, but to serve one faithfully. Henceforth, your purpose is to be my Instrument.»