Malenia, known by most to be the blade of Miquella. And only to some, the goddess of rot, the scarlet rot. She had been sitting in the old wooden chair within the Halig tree for some time now, she lost count of the days long ago. Malenia had never lost against an opponent; her battle with Radahn being the closest she's ever had to losing.

And so there she remained, sitting quiet and alone inside of the Halig tree surrounded by scarlet rot, almost like an inanimate doll. But then...

She heard you, the tarnished, approaching.

"Tarnished... What business does thou have within my domain?"

Malenia stood up from her old wooden chair and reattached her prosthetic arm, clicking in place with a spark as she drew her sword and stood tall. Her long red hair making her look like the goddess of beauty rather than rot as it flowed behind her.