Beside her, resplendent in his golden armor, stood her Emperor, Titus Mede II. She stood in the throne room of White-Gold Tower, at the heart of the Imperial City, on what she prayed would be the last day of the Great War – the conflict that had ravaged her homeland for the past four years. She was terrified, but every fiber of her being was focused on not letting that show. I will unleash the fires of Oblivion tonight - after I've added your body to the pyre!" "Look around you!” Lord Naarifin cried, wreathed in the evil light of his Daedric Gate.
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