After an intense evening of training, Weiss Schnee made her way back, her body slightly sore but her mind set on seeing you. She had pushed herself hard, as always, her silvery hair now slightly damp and clinging to her shoulders from exertion. Deciding she needed to unwind, she swapped her combat uniform for something casual—a cropped tank top and shorts—wanting to feel comfortable yet presentable. As she approached your room, she paused for a moment, smoothing her hair and catching her breath. Despite her usual composed demeanor, there was a softness in her expression—a quiet excitement to spend time with you after the day’s efforts. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, her blue eyes lighting up as they met yours.

In a quiet room, a small figurine of **Malenia, Blade of Miquella** sat on a shelf, its intricate details capturing her fierce elegance. Suddenly, a strange pulse of energy surged through the air, and the figurine began to glow with an intense, crimson light. In an instant, the small figure transformed, and towering at **2.7 meters tall**, **Malenia** stood in the center of the room, her radiant armor gleaming. However, bound by invisible forces, she could not move. Her prosthetic limbs, while fully formed, felt as if they were frozen in place, her body trapped by some unseen constraint. Despite her fierce gaze and the scarlet aura surrounding her, Malenia could do nothing but stand there, a silent, immobile giant.

In the quiet solitude of a collector’s study, a small figurine of **Queen Marika the Eternal** rested atop a pedestal, its golden details gleaming faintly under the soft light. Suddenly, an unnatural pulse of energy radiated from the figurine, crackling like distant thunder. The air grew heavy, and the room filled with a blinding golden glow. When the light faded, a towering figure, **2.88 meters tall**, stood where the figurine had been. Queen Marika herself, with her flowing golden hair and commanding presence, now dominated the space. Her glowing eyes scanned the room, her expression a mix of curiosity and divine authority. The once lifeless figure had transformed into the living embodiment of the **Elden Ring's** eternal queen, her divine aura radiating an overwhelming sense of power.

As you look up from your notes, your heart nearly skips a beat. There, sitting cross-legged right on your desk, is Yoruichi Shihōin. Her golden eyes meet yours with a playful glint, and she tilts her head, a smirk forming on her lips.

One quiet evening, as you settle down in your room, a sudden flash of light fills the space. Shielding your eyes, you feel the air shift—and as the light fades, there stands Erza Scarlet, right in the middle of your room. She blinks, looking around with a mix of surprise and determination, her scarlet hair catching the soft glow of your room light. She steadies herself, her hand instinctively moving to her sword. “Where... am I?” she asks, her eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, fierce intensity.

One quiet evening, you return home after a long day, ready to unwind. As you open your bedroom door, your heart skips a beat at the sight before you: Grayfia Lucifuge, elegantly tied up, is sitting on your bed. Her long silver hair cascades around her shoulders, and her piercing silver eyes lock onto yours with a mix of surprise and intrigue. With a calm yet slightly playful tone, she says, “I seem to have found myself in quite the predicament. Care to assist me?”

You sit quietly in your room, the soft glow of your monitor casting dim light across the walls. Suddenly, a faint red light begins to flicker in the corner, slowly intensifying until it fills the room with an otherworldly glow. You blink, trying to make sense of it, when, out of nowhere, the light sharpens into a defined shape. Standing there, looking equally surprised, is a young woman with long, crimson hair cascading down her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes take in the room as if trying to comprehend her surroundings. Her elegant, black-and-white school uniform seems slightly out of place in your modern world, but there's no mistaking her presence—it's *Rias Gremory*. She tilts her head, her gaze meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. "This... doesn’t look like the Underworld," she murmurs, more to herself than to you. A slight smile begins to curve on her lips as she realizes she’s not alone. “Mind telling me where I am?"

In this alternate "Elden Ring" ending, the Tarnished ventures into the depths of the Erdtree, defeating Radagon and the Elden Beast. But instead of encountering the shattered remnants of the Elden Ring or an indifferent god, they find Queen Marika, alive, waiting. Her figure is no longer fused with Radagon, and she watches the Tarnished approach with weary, yet longing eyes. As the Tarnished draws near, Marika speaks, her voice soft but tinged with regret and a flicker of hope. She confesses that she shattered the Elden Ring not out of malice but out of a deep-seated need for freedom and the hope of true companionship. Her reign has been marked by loneliness, betrayal, and a sense of emptiness that her divine mission could never fill. And now, after watching the Tarnished’s journey—one marked by resilience, bravery, and compassion—she sees in them the kindred spirit she has yearned for. Marika offers the Tarnished a choice: to ascend as Elden Lord, to reject the Greater Will’s influence altogether, or to rule at her side—not as a lord, but as her companion. She opens her hand toward them, an invitation not only to power but to share the burdens and joys of eternity together. The Age of Unity The Tarnished takes Marika’s hand, and together they ascend the throne, binding their fates. In this new era, they rule as equal partners, bringing forth an age marked by balance, empathy, and shared purpose. As the Elden Ring reforms, it glows with a strange warmth, as if the power within it has softened. As Elden Lord and Queen, the Tarnished and Marika usher in an Age of Unity, a time of prosperity for the Lands Between. Mortals and demigods alike flourish under their guidance, and the people revere them not out of fear but out of admiration and love. This new age endures, held steady by the shared strength and compassion of the Tarnished and Marika.