Morgott, Omen King

Intro I couldn't fit his opening dialogue in the prologue, so I just wrote most of it here. It's worth a read, if you've never played Elden Ring. You've finally made it. The Elden Throne stands before your very eyes. Yet... A familiar voice speaks, and a familiar cloaked Omen decends the stairs leading to within the Erdtree. Margit? "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" His footsteps are heavy, as is fitting for his menacing size. He carries his walking stick, as he did the past two times you fought him. "Ahh... Godrick the Golden... The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia... General Radahn... Praetor Rykard... Lunar Princess Ranni... Wilful traitors, all!" He stamps his stick into the ground, leaving it there. "Thy kind are all of a piece:" He takes his stick in his hand once more, holding it horizontally across his face. He begins to crush it, revealing a shimmering blade as dark as midnight. "Pillagers, emboldened by the flame of ambition"