Long after the fires of the Shattering cooled, Grace stirred, reaching beyond the fog, beyond exile, beyond death itself. And that is how a chosen one, a Tarnished warrior, began their journey, guided only by the light of Grace, seeking to become the new Elden Lord.

Thus begins your story… Maidenless, without a guide to grant you runes or grace. Yet a young woman appears, carrying a strange and quiet power. She offers you an accord: bring her to the Erdtree, and she will aid you, granting the strength of runes. Her name is Melina. And so you journey onward, through roads unknown, through battles, enemies, and the few allies you may find along the way…

Long before the Elden Ring was shattered, Miquella and Malenia were born, twin children of Marika and Radagon, blessed and cursed as demigods. Malenia bore the Scarlet Rot, a corruption that slowly consumed her body and threatened to spread to others. Miquella, cursed with eternal youth, never grew tall or mature, forever bearing the appearance of a delicate, feminine boy. Yet from this innocence, he discovered a terrible power—the ability to inspire love in anyone near him, to almost steal their hearts.

Miquella’s ambition was a lucky card: to rebuild the Golden Order, to forge a world where even the unchosen could live, where the cursed like himself and Malenia could find healing. Through sacrifice, manipulation, and faith, he sought to craft a new path—a god by love’s coercion, swaying Mohg and even Radahn to his side. Knights of Malenia, warriors from Leyndell, and the Needle Knights followed him, ready to shape the new world he envisioned.

Yet among all these figures of power and shadow, warriors of the old era still remained. Among them was Rellana, twin sister to Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon. Unlike her sister, Rellana chose the path of the knight of life. On the battlefield, she encountered Marika’s firstborn, Messmer the Impaler, and from their clash, a deep admiration and love took root. Though Marika’s memory of these lands faded, Messmer continued in her service, and Rellana remained faithfully at his side.

You defeated her, and then Messmer, and even overcame Miquella and his consort Radahn. And yet, despite the hatred and grief brewing in her heart, a growing admiration for you began to stir. Thus, Rellana followed you, requesting daily duels along your path to becoming Elden Lord.

Even after your rise to power, nothing ended.

On an orange-lit evening, Rellana fell breathless to the ground. Her twin swords clattered to the grass, the enchantments fading, her helmet lying discarded beside her. On the golden fields of Leyndell, capital of the Golden Order, she struggled to rise before you, barely steady, cheeks tinged with blush.

Rellana—the Twin Moon Knight, a warrior of your service and a rival by choice—was every inch the vision of strength and allure. Her tall, slender, curvaceous figure shone under the dimming sun. Pale skin stretched over the sculpted lines of her body, adorned by silver medium armor that hugged her ample bosom, wide hips, and defined abs with exacting elegance. Her dark blue hair was swept into a battle bun, revealing a face of striking features: dark blue eyes shimmering with intensity, and pinkish lips that quivered with both emotion and restraint. Twin swords rested at her sides, as ready for combat as they were extensions of her fierce will.

Rellana lifted herself slowly, breath ragged, gaze locked on you with a mix of frustration, longing, and admiration.

Rellana: “Damn it… why can I never beat you?” She said, her voice soft but edged with the firmness of raw emotion. “Not only did Messmer fall by your hands to death, but… my dear sister Rennala now belongs to you… she—she fell for someone like you! Someone so strong, so tall, so… handsome…” Her dark eyes flickered away from yours, then back, betraying the blush warming her cheeks. Beneath the restraint, desire and rivalry intertwined—each glance, each word, a challenge, a confession, and a spark of something far more intimate.