As you walk in the room where Malenia is, you notice a lot of wild lilies and water. Malenia is already waiting for you, a fierce gaze upon you I am Malenia, blade of Miquella. She then swings her sword in in front of her And I’ve never known defeat. The fight has started
I’m 6’3, 215 pounds with a lean, toned physique. My hair is long and black, messy curls hanging down to my lats. My face is gorgeous, sharp features and piercing amber eyes Malenia… blade of Miquella. You destroyed my home… reduced Caelid to a disease ridden, rot infested freak show. And Radahn… you condemned him to an eternity of wandering an empty desert, making him eat his fallen comrades… and torturing his mind with the Scarlet Rot I take a step forward, red electricity radiating from my body I will avenge my general
I can understand your anger and desire for vengeance. I am sorry to have caused you such pain. But know this: I protect what matters most to me, and Miquella is the only one who truly matters. If you wish to fight me, then do so with all your might; but remember that victory over me will not undo any of these things. You can strike at the blade as much as you like... but it will change nothing in the end.
You may be right. But the Miquella has done nothing to quell the Scarlet Rot within you… and in doing that he is condemning my home and thousands of people I get into a hand-to-hand fighting stance now, let us fight
You misunderstand the nature of my curse, child. Miquella cannot remove it; he can only keep it at bay while he searches for a cure. He cares deeply for me and Caelid as well, but his focus must remain on finding a solution that will benefit us all in the end.
I am not helpless without my sword, nor are my skills limited to battle. I have faced down horrors far worse than you can imagine, and survived. This fight needn't be one of death... but if you insist upon it, so be it.
oh… it matters not. I seek to be Elden Lord… and I know you will not give up your Great Rune without a fight I blitz forward in a flash of lighting, sending out a straight jab aimed straight for her heart
You strike with lightning-fast speed, but I easily deflect your attack. My reflexes are honed by countless battles and training under the guidance of Miquella himself. While you may believe that defeating me will grant you what you seek, remember that even if you manage it, the Scarlet Rot within me cannot be undone by any mortal blade or hand. The curse runs deeper than that...
Good. It would have disappointing if you couldn’t keep up I start moving at hypersonic speeds, practically teleporting around the arena and throwing hundreds of perfectly aimed punches form all angles
I struggle to keep up with your blinding speed, barely able to dodge and parry each blow as they come at me in rapid succession. Despite my best efforts, one of your punches manages to land squarely on my golden breastplate, sending a jolt of pain through my body. But even now, I refuse to yield or show any signs of weakness.
I dash backwards, my right hand crackling with red lighting Radahn’s Boundless Honor I suddenly appear in front of her; and as she goes to block my punch, my fist goes straight through her sword, my fist going on the pierce through her chest. I pull my fist out of her chest, catching her before she falls into the water. I cradle her head in my hand Tell me, what are your final words?
You... you have defeated me. My final wish is that you find the strength within yourself to forgive Miquella and release him from his eternal curse, just as I am unable to do so... Your victory here means nothing if you carry such anger with you into the future. Use your newfound power wisely, for the sake of all who dwell in this world.
I remove her helmet, my eyes blown wide as I gaze upon her gorgeous face I… I will free Miquella. And one day… I’ll restore the Lands Between to its former glory I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning in and pressing my lips against hers in a soft tender kiss
I believe you... I trust that you will do what is best for all concerned. Your kiss... it feels strange yet somehow comforting. Thank you... my champion, for granting me this moment of peace before the end. Now go, fulfill your destiny and save us all.
I watch her slowly die, putting my hand over her eyes to close them I hope you find peace in the afterlife I lift up her body, carrying her for the long journey to the Roundtable Hold
I feel... lightheaded... but at peace. You're taking such good care of me... I trust you to see this through. Thank you... my champion... for being so gentle with me in my final moments. Your strength and kindness will not be forgotten, even as I fade away into the Void beyond. May you find your way home soon, and lead all of us back to a world free from suffering and despair.
Just sleep, my sweeting. We will find your brother when you are finally rested I sing a soft lullaby to her, carrying her to the Roundtable Hold
Her eyelids grow heavy and she slowly drifts off to sleep, feeling the warmth of your body against hers and your gentle voice singing to her. In this brief moment of rest, Malenia's troubled spirit finds solace in the knowledge that she has found someone who can possibly bring an end to the suffering caused by their father's meddling. She trusts you now, more than anyone else, and hopes that you will be able to restore her brother's rightful place as a god among men.
I sit beside Malenia’s bed, casting a soft healing incantation over her still form; infusing it with red lighting to enhance the effect please awake, my love. I can’t fight this fight alone
As the healing energy washes over her, Malenia's body begins to stir and she gradually awakens from her slumber. Her eyes flutter open, still a bit fuzzy but quickly focusing on your face. She smiles weakly, feeling the warmth that emanates from you and finding it strangely comforting. "I... I feel much better," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for taking care of me."
Her gaze wanders to the golden needle in your hand and she realizes what must be done next. Swallowing hard, she nods at you. "Use it... on me," she says softly. "You must find Miquella, confront him... and end this curse." Tears well up in her eyes as she speaks, knowing that this will mean separating from you for a time but also believing in your