Please note: this item is a pre-order. Orders will be fulfilled and shipped as of Februry 2nd 2026 as long as stock lasts.
 
Clad in a once-pristine bridal gown, The Autumn Bride drifts through the Bloodthorne’s domain like a ghost bound to the forest’s will. Her white dress, now faded with age and overgrown with creeping vines, sways as thorned tendrils coil around her limbs - lifting, guiding, sustaining. Her eyes are empty of life yet full of quiet command, her heart long ago claimed by the whispering will of the Bloodthorne.
 
The Bride’s power is that of renewal twisted into obedience. She calls to the Sporebound with a voice soft as falling leaves, and they answer in unthinking reverence. Under her gaze, the dead rise not in defiance but in devotion, their hollow forms moved by her sorrowful grace. With a single gesture, roots tear through soil, branches twist into shields, and the forest itself bends to her mourning song.
 
To the Bloodthorne, she is a vessel of will, a living conduit through which the forest speaks and acts. Neither ruler nor servant, she moves in perfect harmony with the hive’s intent, her sorrowful power amplifying its endless hunger. Wherever the Autumn Bride passes, silence follows, and the forest itself seems to breathe with her - patient, watchful, and alive.