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Years after the infamous Dovahkiin disappeared from Skyrim, the legend suddenly reappears. With new threats forming on the horizon and even at his side, will the Dragonborn survive long enough to save not only Skyrim, but all of Tamriel from eternal darkness?
A trail of blood leading away from the bodies of the dead. A trail that led to one figure, standing still, making the white snow around him turn crimson.
His hands were frozen around his weapons, still expecting another fight. But none came. Nothing else was out there. Just the morning birds singing their happy songs.
His eyelids drooping and his body waving in the breeze, his body was failing him rapidly. He was dying. That much was clear.
What wasn’t clear was if she had made it to safety. He hoped she had. He hoped she would live the rest of her life in peace. Happy.
His knees gave out and he fell to the red snow, his frozen hands still clutching his weapons as the rising sunlight quickly faded.
He hoped he could finally stop fighting soon.