Malenia, resides at the end, her slumber now disturbed. She stirs, rising from her chair, eyes veiled by the scarlet rot, a calmness lingering in her voice as she attaches her golden prosthesis.

"I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold... and my blood, rotted..."

Donning a winged helm, she faces you, and with a fluid motion of her prosthesis, a golden katana, as tall as her, flourishes to her side.

"Heed my words. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat."