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He crawls out of Oblivion, ashen-faced, worn down to nothing.
There are bones showing through his flesh, in the places where the lashes bit. There are more of those now. No blood left; flesh chewed, colorless. Black pits beneath the eyes. He is brittle as sea-salt. Skin brushes away to powder at the touch of the real world.
And when his mouth opens, raw magic leaks out.
He no longer has the endurance to hold it in. It rolls off his dried tongue, hangs in the air like a mist. He wonders if this is what mortals feel when they bleed.
He lies naked upon the face of Nirn until night falls. Beneath, in the damp ground, he hears the whispers of earthworms surfacing.
Someone trips over his bones.