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As the dragon crumpled to the ground and Dawnbreaker shimmered with pleasure, Liana felt disquieted. Walking towards the mighty wall, the words of the Dragon Tongue calling to her... it wasn't as satisfying to defeat this aspect of Father Akatosh. When Meridia's talon cut through swathes of undead, that was uncomplicated, purifying, divine. But each slain dragon, each soul absorbed, felt unsettlingly close to disrespect. May the Divines have mercy on her soul.