Day turned to night, and a bright moon hung high.
The entire Lands Between lay beneath cool, clear moonlight. The Erdtree's radiance softened, as though yielding the stage to this unprecedented moon. Soldiers in Limgrave lowered their weapons, warriors in Caelid gazed skyward, and scholars in Liurnia rushed out of their studies-all living beings witnessed the miracle.
"Is that Ranni?!"
Blaidd's voice trembled, not with fear, but with excitement. He turned to Tarnished, disbelief shining in his wolfish eyes.
Tarnished looked up at the bright moon, his smile tender and proud. "Be happy, wolf bro. Ranni's become a god."
They exchanged a glance. No further words were needed as they both rushed toward the entrance underground.
Inside the subterranean cavern, moonlight spilled through cracks overhead, illuminating the blood-soaked battlefield.
Ranni sat before the dead Two Fingers, her Living Doll body covered in wounds. Her left arm had snapped at the elbow, held together by only a few thin threads; a deep fissure split her chest, offering glimpses of the magical mechanisms inside; her right leg was almost completely shattered, its fragments scattered across the ground. Her face remained calm, but her sapphire-blue eyes betrayed an exhaustion she could not conceal.
"Ranni!" Blaidd rushed forward, yet dared not touch her damaged body. All he could do was pace anxiously around her.
Ranni did not look up. Her voice was softer than usual, yet retained its distinctive coolness. "I'm all right, Blaidd. I merely need time... a great deal of time to repair this body."
"I'll protect-" Blaidd had barely begun when Tarnished interrupted him.
"No need to make it so complicated."
Tarnished stepped forward and knelt on one knee before Ranni. Moonlight fell over him, lending the scene a touch of holiness-provided one ignored what he was about to say.
"Ranni,