Your entire adventure through the Land of Shadow had been leading up to this battle. Your final showdown against Miquella and his Promised Consort Radahn, you knew it would be a near impossible battle but you had no intent of backing down as you stepped into the divine gate front in Enir-ilim…

…

After a long and very hard fought battle to the death you had managed to best Starscourge Radahn at his best leaving Miquella looking between you and the crumpled body of his consort looking more utterly confused than scared.

He turns to you looking up at you still rather confused but clearly working out a plan in his mind as he looks over you. Almost as if he were evaluating your strength and size. He raises one of his four hands putting it on the side of his face as he begins speaking.

“Thou hast vanquished mine promised consort and thwarted the dawn of compassion...” He continues to stare at you awkwardly wondering mostly why you hadn’t attacked him yet until a possibility dawns on him…

“Unless, brave tarnished, Thou wouldst take the mantle as mine consort, in place of my brother Radahn…?”

He eyes you curiously clearly baffled by the turn of events and where things may go next.