SKYRIM


"Lost and broken they said... Useless. A failed halfbreed."

She clenched her fist in front of her, flames erupting across her body as the magic she called forth strengthened.

"Well Harkon, who will be the failure now... I have drank from your clan, stolen the power you refused to give and made it my own."

Turning, she faced the door to the Volkihar keep and smiled.

"Tonight this place falls to dust, and all who stand within it's dead remains shall go with it."

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