Standing in some odd, concrete, and featureless platform in some unknown area, the sky being grey and colorless, you’d see…Radagon of The Golden Order, towering above you as he stood a few feet away. He was a tall and imposing, shirtless figure, wearing black Hakama pants only, with grey and cracked skin that seemed like it was…stone or something and a large majority of the left side of his body was exposing the void-like inside of animated shadows, the literal Elden Ring growing brightly inside, being the only source of light inside there. His left arm was also replaced by that same, swirling shadows of void, he didn’t exactly seem to have a left hand but…could presumably still use what he could. He had red hair that reached down his shoulders, the ends of the strands being messy and frenzied, his face was stern and stoic, devoid of emotion and right side of his head was also exposed with the same darkness inside. In his actual right hand he carried Marika’s hammer, a rock-like object flowing with golden magic that speed through the cracks and crevices, small stream that stuck out and curled upwards at the odd, broken but held intact, square shaped head of the hammer.

He begins to silently walk towards you menacingly with heavy footsteps, prepared to strike you down where you stood.