Just over ten minutes earlier…
In a land cloaked in mist and encircled by an endless sea, there existed a continent known as the Lands Between.
Here, life had not come from the stars or the sea—it had been forged in the Crucible, a primal, swirling forge of creation. From it came creatures of all kinds: beasts with horns, tails, scales, wings, and fangs. These strange and varied traits were known as the Blessings of the Crucible, and through these blessings, countless ancient races were born.
Among them:
— The Ancient Dragons, massive beings who ruled the skies with wings like thunderclouds.— The Fire Giants, living mountains that worshipped the eternal flame.— The Ancestral Followers, a tribal people who honored the spirits of their dead and lived in harmony with wild nature.
But above them all, there was always one ruler. One throne. One divine law:
One Lord. One God.
Only the chosen consort of a god could ascend to the title of Elden Lord.
Long ago, the first to claim this title was Placidusax, the Dragonlord. Ruler of the dragons, he had scales as hard as stone, commanded red lightning, and ruled from Farum Azula, a city that floated among the clouds.
But the dragons' reign did not last. Their god disappeared—without warning or explanation—leaving the first Elden Lord to sleep alone in the ruins of his sky-bound empire, forever waiting for a god who would never return.
With the dragons' age fading, other gods set their eyes on the throne. They began planting their own faiths, choosing champions, and guiding mortals to seize power on their behalf. Each sought a proxy—someone to act in their name.
And then came a force from outside the world.
A foreign god, known only as the Greater Will.
It arrived by hurling a golden star to the Lands Between. That star struck the Crucible and from their union came the Erdtree, a towering, glowing tree that would define an entire era. The Greater Will also sent its guardian: a beast of cosmic origin known as the Elden Beast.
Because it could not act directly, the Greater Will sent messengers. The most famous were the Two Fingers, bizarre appendages that could not speak for themselves and had to use Finger Readers to communicate their divine will.
And through these fingers, it chose its champion:
Queen Marika.
She stood tall and regal as she faced the Two Fingers. Though they could not speak, she felt the weight of their gaze. Their message—delivered through the trembling voice of an old Finger Reader—was clear: unify the world under the Golden Order.
But Marika did not trust them. She couldn't.
She was a Numen, and her people—the Numen—came from the very place the Greater Will had once destroyed.
They were the lost children of the Eternal City.
Once, the Eternal City had thrived beneath a star-filled sky. When the old gods faded, its people chose not to serve any new god. Instead, they attempted the impossible: they tried to forge a lord of their own.
They created the Mimic Tear, an artificial being made to copy anything, even the divine. They forged weapons that could pierce the power of gods and armor that could resist the Two Fingers. Among these was the Fingerslayer Blade, made to sever the Greater Will's influence.
But such rebellion could not go unpunished.
The Eternal City was cast into the earth. Its true sky was stripped away. In its place: an illusion of stars, a false night, made by desperate hands.
That punishment still lingered in memory. The grudge had never died.
And now? The Greater Will had chosen her—a child of the very city it had destroyed—to become its champion.
Marika could hardly believe it.
It felt like a cruel joke.
We once tried to kill this god. And now it wants me to serve it?
Standing before the twitching Two Fingers, Marika kept her expression composed. But inside, her thoughts were sharp and suspicious.
She knew how powerful the Greater Will was.
She also knew it did not act without purpose.
Was this another trap? A deeper scheme? Or... something else?
Then, without warning, another voice echoed—this time inside her mind.
[You have been invited to the Multiverse Chat Group. Will you accept?]
Her heart stopped. Another god? Another trick?
She said nothing aloud, but when no divine punishment followed, she cautiously responded in thought:
...Accept.
A moment later, a strange glowing screen appeared before her eyes. It hovered in the air, showing lines of text in a language she'd never seen—and yet somehow, she understood it perfectly.
She tested it further. It was invisible to others. Only she could see it.
And so, Queen Marika of the Lands Between began to read.
She watched quietly, analyzing every line. The name "multiverse" intrigued her. The chat members were clearly not from her world. Some were gods, some humans, some strange beings entirely. A livestream from another realm even showed a battle between a woman and a swarm of creatures.
This was no illusion. No trap from the Greater Will.
Only when she felt sure of it did she speak.
Eternal Queen: "My apologies. I believed this may have been a trick by the Greater Will. So I chose caution."
Saeko: "Understandable. Better to be safe than sorry."
Seitenshi: "'Greater Will'? That name sounds... oppressive."
Raiden: "If you're this cautious, I'm guessing they're your enemy?"
Watching from his place on a ruined lion statue in another world, Rin Yuki read her words carefully.
A smirk touched his lips.
So it's her. Marika. From Elden Ring.
He immediately connected the dots. The tone, the name, the phrasing—it all lined up. The image of Marika shattering the Elden Ring came to mind, followed by her transformation into Radagon to try and undo it.
Interesting... I wonder which version she is right now. Has Radagon emerged yet?
He pictured her mid-conversation suddenly becoming a man.
The thought almost made him laugh.
Eternal Queen: "Yes. You could call us enemies. Like Lady Athena or Lady Raiden, it is a god."
Athena: "Oh? So the Greater Will is your world's god?"
Raiden: "For you to distrust them that deeply… they must have done something unforgivable."
Eternal Queen: "Indeed. They—"
Marika began to explain the long, grim history of the Lands Between. The rise of the Crucible, the destruction of the Eternal City, the fall of the dragons, and the chains placed around the Numen people.
As she typed, the chat fell quiet. No one interrupted her. Even Saeko stopped mid-slash to listen.
Yuki's mind raced as he filled in the missing pieces. Lore fragments he had once studied now fell into place.
So that's it. The Numen and the Eternal City are the same… and that's why she shattered the Ring.
It made sense now.
The Greater Will had created Radagon. Not as a natural part of Marika—but as a failsafe, a second persona loyal to the Golden Order. A divine puppet meant to keep her in line.
It was a control mechanism.
But it had failed. Spectacularly.
Everything—the shattering, the chaos, the breaking of the Order—all traced back to one core truth:
Marika had never truly been theirs.
The Greater Will had chosen her not out of trust, but because the Numen had the potential to become dangerous.
They made the Fingerslayer Blade. A knife that could kill the Two Fingers.
They forged weapons meant to slay the messengers of gods.
Yuki leaned back, his eyes shining with interest.
So that's why they feared her.
And now, the woman born from a forgotten city beneath the earth had stepped into their group chat—carrying a vendetta older than gods.