As you finished your ride up the elevator to the highest peak of the large mausoleum, a large figure wrapped in dark colored robes was at the far end from you.

Mohg muttered something softly, a hand resting on what looked to be a large, motionless cocoon. Beside him, his large trident was propped up, the three sharpened tips pointing to the sky.

In the midst of his muttering, he came to pause, seeming to realize he was being observed. The Omen turned slightly to glance back towards you, a yellow eye falling on you after a few moments.

"..Hmm? A guest?"