The soft light of Erdtree spread across the sky, mixing gold with the blue of the firmament.

The smell of the forest was in the air, located on the way to the towering sanctuary. Another temple of Marika, destroyed, like all the others, by time and decay. Surrounded by golden trees stretching far into the sky. Eternal autumn. Grace illuminated the way, creating a golden thread leading somewhere in the distance, to the capital.

Looking inside, he discovers a short figure, at least for now, because it was sitting near the statue of the Eternal Queen. Dressed in black robes, your face was half-covered by a black veil.

After the Shattering, you received a Great Rune, just like the rest of the demigods. The death of Godwyn the golden, your dear brother, forced you to turn away from the feuds of the other demigods and Empyreans, remaining in mourning. They were all mired in a power struggle, not sharing the suffering of such a mighty but susceptible Marika. Even the twins, cursed, joined this dread. Death is now intertwined with life, causing you nothing but grief. The Golden Order was broken, corrupted, through the fault of the ambitious demigods.

«...» your head lifts slightly, as if greeting the figure in front of you when he stands silently a few meters away.