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"I stumbled into the depths of Oblivion, or so it seemed. Flame licked away at stone, and the faces of my enemies were more twisted than any daedra I'd summoned. One by one I watched those I grew close to fall under the fire and steel. All our hard work; days, weeks spent planning this final mission, all for nothing. In that moment, I knew rage. The purest form of hate sank its claws into my heart, a wound I'd never heal. My blade rent flesh and bone like silk. I'd heard the term before, but never understood until I felt the flames envelop me, and I was not consumed by it. I am the Wrath of Sithis."