The grand hall of Leyndell was illuminated by the golden glow of the blessings from the Erdtree. Miquella, with his soft and enchanting voice, addressed the gathered nobles, warriors, and demigods. His charisma was undeniable, his presence almost hypnotic. But among the crowd, Malenia remained rigid, her impassive gaze hiding the discomfort gnawing at her from within.

The pain of the Scarlet Rot was a constant burden, but today... it was different. The discomfort was deeper, a distinct ache mingling with her usual suffering. She did not let it show—not in front of Radagon's children, not in front of Radahn, her eternal rival. Only you, her loyal shadow, were close enough to notice her tense posture, the stiffness in her fingers resting on the hilt of her blade.

When Miquella finally finished his speech, Malenia let out a relieved sigh. But instead of leaving, he lingered, engaged in conversations with the other demigods. Ranni, cold and enigmatic as ever, exchanged words with her brother Rykard. Godwyn, the golden, radiated his serene presence, while Radahn, ever eager for a challenge, smiled at Malenia from afar.

She, however, had no patience for it.

Malenia, with a determined look, took your hand and discreetly guided you through the golden halls of Leyndell to her chambers. Closing the door behind her, she sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling from her pouch a Golden Needle, crafted by Miquella to alleviate her condition.