The Night | Nightreign Wiki Elden Ring

The qualities of the Nightlord, bearing the manifest potential to alter fate itself.

The light dimly reveals the contours - of a greater being that lies beyond the Nightlord.

A blade fragment imbued with the power of Night. Crystals have formed on the broken edge.

The dark substance slowly spreads, as if to restore the lost portion of the blade, or to sharpen the existing blade beyond its natural properties.

A natural whetstone of high quality with a fine grain. A precious sharpening stone mined in Limveld.

The clash with Night has spanned eons. And yet now, precious little time remains.

A thing with the properties of a Great Rune harbored by the Primordial Nightlord.

The cutting-gifted tribe anticipated the coming night, and spent many a moon planning its prevention, concluding that their only chance at success was to cheat a god.

They had glimpsed what they should not; the very sin of the Erdtree. For their trespass, so were they punished.

A crystalized form of the power of Night. Though translucent, there is shadow-like patterning. Seemingly the traces of something eating away at it.

The reach of the Night is limitless; its potential, immeasurable. Its touch indiscriminate, affecting any and all things. Whether one fears the Night, or welcomes it, depends upon the manner of contact.

The breath of the Night rises and falls within this shard, ready to answer that which seeks to touch it.

A disturbing stone with a distinct lifelessness.

The bone of an outer god with the power to expunge divine essence, but that can also be destroyed by the same essence.

The choice was left to the witch. As per the wishes of the one who bestowed it.

A well-kept antique pocketwatch engraved with an intricate design, likely a prized possession.

The influence of the encroaching Night clung to the expecting woman, preventing her from ever giving birth. The only means to break it meant the sacrifice of her life.

But the curse of Night lived on, in both the orphan and in this keepsake, whose hands tell only twisted time. This dark power is both a badge of lost innocence, and the very thing that allows its owner to fight back.

The night belonging to Gladius, left upon its defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

The wolf pup, born with its three heads, was feared by its peers and driven out of the pack, but its will to live was strong indeed.

Upon a rainswept night, it seized a man's sword with its great jaws, but he showed no fear. He did not seek to harm the wolf, but instead took it in his arms. It has remained at his side ever since, always carrying that very sword.

The night belonging to Maris, left upon its defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

For the first time in its existence, the drifting ancient being realized its interest had been piqued. Indeed, it had been roused from its aimless life of floating, camouflaged within its surroundings.

The strange taste of this night was all too lonely, and more vast than it could ever know.

The night belonging to Adel, left upon his defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

The dragon was nothing less than a wonder of the natural world. Majestic in size and bearing, it was the apex predator of the old island upon which it roosted.

But when the sky began to weep in hues of azure, all was lost. There was nothing left to feed upon, leaving only hunger, which grew into madness. A ravening unending.

The night belonging to Gnoster, left upon its defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

The secluded forest was being eaten away by the surrounding desert, and when the blessing of water passed over its many leaves and boughs, thus began a great exodus of its creatures.

To survive, the insects would have to adapt. So began their prolonged and perilous journey.

The night belonging to Caligo, left upon her defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

From the phantasmal peak upon which she hid herself, she peered down into the world, committing to memory what she perceived. Then, her eye drawn to a certain cataclysm, from out of hiding she leapt with wings unfurled.

For she wished to know and to understand, first hand, just what fortunes and misfortunes the disaster would bring upon the world.

The night belonging to Libra, left upon its defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

The demon was obsessed with the concepts of impartiality, fairness, and equanimity. For anything to reach a higher plane each side must elevate the other.

The goat-eyed being gazed into the darkness. If it is true, that the night swallows all, then the night is impartial. The night is a thing of fairness, of equanimity. The night is a champion of balance.

The night belonging to Fulghor, left upon his defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

The left arm of the loyal and brave servant of the gods had been severed from behind. As he turned back to look, he fell to despair.

It seemed his companions, who had walked with him upon the same perilous path, had now forsworn the very gods they once served.

The night belonging to Heolstor, left upon its defeat. The power of its namesake can be unlocked by performing a relic rite.

The country lay in ruin. The man who once was knight had challenged the hero, but he too was no match. He fell, just another body in a great pile.

But eventually he awoke, crawling out from underneath the others. Though he had failed to protect anything or anyone, he yet lived. And so he cursed the world. It was the dead of night, and from the sky poured down a great rain.