The worst part of Elden Ring Nightreign, like all multiplayer games, is that you need to rely on the kindness and intelligence of strangers

Lying dead in the sand, a few feet away from Mothma and his scorpion pal fighting the two remaining members of my Elden Ring Nightreign trio, I had plenty of time to stare off into the night sky and ask myself where it all went wrong.

I had spent the entire run looking after these two Ironeyes. Guiding them to estus flask charges, keeping an eye out for the encroaching night, and repeatedly reviving them whenever they picked a fight with the wrong dragon. However, I was happy to do so—I just wanted to help my team in any way I could.