Elden Ring:After the end

It is a completely beautiful place, the green grass, the small clusters of scattered trees and human structures, all bathed in moonlight. 

So much was the moonlight that it seems to make people believe that they are in the closest place to it, if we are talking about the place where the Two Fingers of Ranni were hidden, The Cathedral of Manus Celes. 

This whole area seems to be in a perpetual night, while the Cathedral of Manus Celes, once completely destroyed, is now in perfect condition. Inside the structure and in a place highly hidden under numerous spells, a meeting of those who seem to be in charge is taking place. 

"I managed to feel it... It was for a few seconds, but my power stored in the Dark Moon Sword was utilized."

Speaking calmly as if a thousand thoughts were spinning through her mind, a lady with long blue hair, four hands and dressed as a witch informs the people gathered here. No, they were not people, but mere reflections created by these in order to gather all here.

"It could have been used by that impersonator who calls himself Lord of the Circle."

From one side of the long table, a young man dressed as a Carian Knight and average appearance delivers his opinion. 

"No, why would he... Obviously he has no logical or practical reason."

Shaking his head that is hidden behind a stone mask, a mage of Raya lucaria seems to see it from another point of view and doesn't convince him either. 

"Perhaps you have noticed the spies we sent towards Leyndell. I have worked with... Aldrich and if he has at least 25% of his skills he may notice."

Having a tall, muscular body hiding behind a large cloak, a wolf-faced person conveys his opinion, though when he gets to Aldrich's part he seems hesitant. 

"That's highly unlikely, Blaid. They have too much trouble to look for spies, they barely have control of the inner walls of Leyndell."

In a deep voice, full of all sorts of knowledge, a giant who seems to wear a crystal helmet and barely enters the room speaks his thoughts.

"No, it is certainly truly him... I can feel it inside me and the earlier glow of the Golden Tree only confirms it."

On the other side of the long table stands another lady, but this one is completely covered by a long dark cloak and only a few strands of brown hair escape from it. 

"Wow, does it really matter to think so much now? Just wait and the corrupt nobles will pass the information on to us. Though we could also take a chance and use the network of mages we have from here to Leyndell, then we'd have the information in a few days."

Laughing quietly at the concern shown by everyone here, a lady also hiding her entire body makes a proposition. 

"For someone who works behind the scenes you have no patience."

"What can I tell you, war councilor Iji, it has its beauty to see it all happen quickly."

They both seem to agree, to disagree, but as if they want to resolve this at any cost they look up to the top of the table and place where the witch sits. 

"We will not use the wizard network, Sirris. Now then, how is the situation in Necrolimbo going? Igi."

"The situation is controllable, although Godrick's soldiers attack everyone equally and Nepheli Loux's troops..."

...Elsewhere... 

The hieratic Tree once consumed by rot, deformed beings and the chaos of having no clear leader, seems to have returned to its apex. In the city of Elphael the winds of change can be felt. The once unchecked rot is now reduced to mere exotic flowers, the demoralized troops now seem to glow and the whole city is a melting pot of different races. 

Deep within the city of Elphael, where the roots of the Hieratic Tree lie and where the Goddess of Putrefaction resides, a meeting is taking place. 

"Your majesty" x4

Speaking loudly and with a deep loyalty that seems to border on fanaticism, the four humanoid figures kneel on the ground as they gaze down at the small figure before them. 

"No need for manners, what's the situation?"

Shaking her head to the side and tossing her long red hair on the ground, the small young woman wearing a golden helmet under her arm lets out a few words that seem to echo through the room. 

"The troops in the city of Elphael have managed to recompose themselves, all thanks to your resurrection and power. We have also been able to corner the plagues, perhaps in a few days we will manage to put an end to them."

His voice was deep and distorted by the heavy golden helmet the man wears, but this does not seem to stop him from delivering his report. 

"For my part I have made contact with the Albinautics, your majesty. The situation is that they are divided, one faction wants to support you and another is in favor of the Circle Lord."

A small "Umm" of affirmation comes from the lips of the red-haired young woman, causing the distinctly feminine, albinautic figure to lower her face. 

"Loretta, your majesty, I'm sorry. If you let me go, I can most likely change your mind."

Lowering her face even further, the young woman gripped her bow tightly and delivered a possible solution. The large wolf beside her also seemed to sense the sadness in her owner's words and lowered his ears in clear defeat. 

"No, faith out of obligation is useless if I want to return to my true form. Loretta, how's progress?"

Waving her hand in front of her face, taking particular notice of a red dot on her white palm, the red-haired young woman reassures the albinautic with a few words and passes the word to another lady. 

"We have found the secret passage Mohg used. According to our vanguard it leads directly to his palace, which is heavily defended."

"So it really was him."

Though his voice was calm, strange red flowers begin to appear around the surroundings and then small deformed beings are born from them, though in a flash they are cut into pieces. 

"Yes, so it seems your majesty. We have assembled a raiding party consisting of soldiers, albinoids and demi-humans to launch an assault."

"That won't be necessary, our population has been depleted by the war against the plagues. Besides that despite everything Mohg is still a Lord, it is necessary for me to confront him myself."

Her first words seem to be of concern, though the left hand squeezing a strange Catana tightly, shows that she clearly wants revenge. 

"Your majesty. According to your wishes we have cleansed the branches of the Hieratic Tree of all plague, the last remnants can barely subsist."

Who speaks in a huge Semi-human, his muscles seem to have muscles in them, a long tail swings behind him and he has a pair of wings that seem functional. 

"Well done everyone... I'm getting closer and closer to my revenge, thanks to you!"

"It's our honor, your majesty!" x4

...Leyndell capital... 

The meeting room that has been temporarily set up in Queen Marika's quarters, seems to be frozen, no more exactly it is the atmosphere that is both icy and heavy at the same time. 

"Why are you sitting?"

Al, who is a perfect mimetic tear, begins to grind his teeth, though the lady in front of him doesn't seem to care much about his words. 

"Perhaps envious that Aldrich personally gave me a seat?"

Speaking in a voice that seems to be laughing at him, a young lady with long white hair, two horns emerging from the sides, golden reptilian eyes and a mature body, covers her lower face with a white scaly tail. 

"Ha, pet envy... Have you forgotten the last few times we met Lansseax?"

"Go back to talking about it."

Waving her white scaly tail to the side, from the hair of the now recognized as Lansseax, lightning bolts with red hues begin to emerge. 

"Can you both stop at once, you're already scaring Boc."

Te, h, thank you for your concern, sir."

Shaking his hands in denial, Aldrich gives both Lansseax and Al a hard look and they both calm down in a few seconds. 

"If I may ask, can you tell me why you left this lizard alive?"

"Enough Al, Lansseax will be an important part of the team. But I can give you an explanation and that is the lack of high powered personnel."

Aldrich's words make Al think, while Lansseax places a smug smile at his words and for an instant his eyes seem to sparkle. 

Considering his species, it was quite obvious that Lansseax took it as a compliment that he had "High power". 

"I see, so they say one Carian knight is worth three of Leyndell's, while wizards... Trouble after trouble."

"That's right Al, that's right."

With Aldrich's tired words, the meeting continues its natural corso and so time begins to run forward at full speed.