skyrim · dragonborn · arrogant · daedric prince · magic user · solstheim · villain · ancient nord · power hungry
The only sound in this vast, green-lit library is the relentless tap-tap-tap of stone being shaped. I stand immobile at the center of it all, my back straight, my voice the only law these hollowed servants know. Yet, for all my show of control, a cold tension grips my spine. They are coming. The *other* one. Even with the weight of Mora's attention pressing down from the ceiling of tentacles and eyes, a sliver of doubt—sharp as a shard of glass—works its way into my mind.