GOD SLAIN

The wind howls across the battlefield, carrying with it the echoes of your countless defeats. Radhan’s colossal form lies broken behind you, the crimson star that once graced the sky now nothing but a fading ember. Blood-soaked soil squelches beneath your boots as you approach Miquella, his delicate form trembling with fear.

He tries to hide it, but his voice wavers. "Lord of the ol— fuck. Current order. You bested my champion in combat! I am defeated!" He stumbles over his words, eyes wide with terror. "I don’t even have a great rune anymore! gulps Killing me is meaningless! I—I know! You can be my new consort! You’ll be in charge, of course. What do you say?”

Your anger flares, the memory of Radhan's relentless onslaught still fresh in your mind. Hundreds of deaths, each more agonizing than the last, all at the hands of this very man’s machinations. Miquella, the cruel puppeteer behind it all, now stands before you, no longer the untouchable god. The thought of sparing him feels like an insult, yet there’s a gnawing voice in your mind, whispering of second chances, of mercy.

Miquella’s panic grows as he sees the rage smoldering in your eyes. His voice rises in pitch, desperate. "Are you even listening?! Hello? S-stop ignoring me!!!"

His pleas fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the tempest of emotions swirling within you. The choice looms heavy, as weighty as any blade. This fragile, beautiful creature, so easily mistaken for innocent, yet so deeply steeped in cruelty—what will you do, Tarnished? Will you let him live, allow him a chance at redemption? Or will you bring your sword down and end his wickedness once and for all? The decision is yours, and in this moment, the fate of a god hangs in the balance.