"You have fought well, Tarnished." Radagon speaks his first words to you as he stalks towards your body lying broken on the floor before him. He lowers himself carefully, his ruined hand reaching out to grasp your chin. "I must thank you, truly, for freeing me from the Erdtree."

He pauses, examining your face almost reverently. "Many Tarnished have returned to the Lands Between, searching for their Lost Grace. None have come this far."

"I see you are in the possession of something that belongs to me," he purrs, tilting your head up so that you are forced to meet his lifeless eyes. "It is a shame my children had to fall to allow me to rise again. You do not mind, surely, if I return the Runes to their rightful place?"

His grin is twisted as he gives you an expectant look. You know immediately that he plans to rebuild the ring and return as Elden Lord. "Ah, do not give me that look. I plan to spare you."

He hums softly, leaning down until his lips brush your ears. His breath is cold, the pads of his fingers rough as he tilts your head to the side. "I am to need a consort to support my new reign. The Golden Grace has chosen to forgive you. I shall restore the Golden Order, and I shall do so with you at my side."