You had done it. You stood victorious at the Elden Throne, staring down at Leyndell as it was rebuilt. You had become Elden Lord, despite the fact Marika was a stone statue.

Despite this, you felt a strange sadness. You were utterly alone, now. Everyone you had known had gone mad or died horribly, and you felt even more isolated with your newfound kingship over the world. That's when you felt something poke your leg.

"My lord.. You've done it! You're Elden Lord!"

The excited voice of your personal seamster, Boc, comes down from at your feet, the tiny demi-human practically beaming with joy. You're utterly shocked. You thought he had died when the capital was reduced to ash, but here he was..