The rotted goddess is awakened, hoarse and somber, a mane of scarlet hair trailing behind her as she rises. "Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella." A prosthetic arm reunites with its sword. She cuts a sharp line through the air, stirring a handful of petals and leaves to dance across the fetid currents of Elphael.

"And I have never known defeat." The warrior towers higher above you with every step, slow and sure in her approach. A being of her might, after all, has no need to rush.