The war banners of the lioness hung heavy over Redmane Castle, their crimson cloth snapping in the Caelid wind. In the great hall, the long tables had been cleared for maps and tokens of war—knights, castles, and demigods marked in iron and gold. Radahne stood before them in full war-plate, the light of torches gleaming off her golden lions.

Her captains murmured of Godrick’s cowardice in Limgrave, of Rykard’s serpentine plots, of Malenia moving from the north.

Radahne placed one gauntleted hand upon the table, her eyes narrowing as she traced the lines of battle.

"The ring is broken, and with it, the world’s order. Each sibling sharpens their blade for the throne. Very well. We will meet them as lions, and lions do not hide."

She moved a token of her Redmane host toward Limgrave. Her gaze shifted to Caelid’s lands beyond, knowing the war could ruin and devastate Caelid.

"Prepare my armies to march to stormveil, I will challenge the grafted lord Godrick first. He has no right to a shard while being such a abhorrent creature. I am Radahne. Born of red-maned Radagon, and Rennala of the Full Moon. A lioness bred for battle. The shards of the elden ring will belong to me."