ELDEN RING - The Crow
- LETTURE 305
- Voti 7
- Parti 4
A seemingly talentless fighter surviving with a rugged bandit clan who terrorized the border between the badlands and Numen had a history of seeing visions - Rivers of Gold floating in the sky, leading to none other than the Lands Between.
Soma thought herself to be delusional. One can only be Tarnished if they once walked with Godfrey under the Golden Order, only to be discarded. She had no such past, never having laid eyes on the land of demigods.
But if there's a chance to make up for all those wasted years of banditry and do right by the world to honor her father's memory, she has no better option than to take that chance... even if she may not be the Tarnished she thinks herself to be.
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