Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150905224128/@comment-27783182-20150911185057

Sandcloak couldn't see anything. She was struggling to breathe, and she started to have a flashback and hallucinations.

"Soon, the whole plane of Mundus will be mine!" A dunmer voice laughed.

She saw a terrifying dwemer construct with a robed shadow flying in front of it, holding what looked like a giant soul gem. The figure placed the gem between the ribs of the monstrosity and used three familiar tools. The construct was activated and it started to rise.

"Rise, my bloodthirsty monster! RISE!" The figure laughed.

The world around her morphed into what looked like the plains of Cyrodiil, with the White-Gold Tower standing tall and proud. Soon, the same dwemer construct appeared, four times the size of the great tower, destroying the whole Imperial City.

The clean, crystal waters turned into frozen dark red blood rivers, lakes and seas, with skulls and bones across, and the grassy fields turned into tons of ashes on top of frozen wastelands. The air was scalding hot, and the skies were burning with rage, with clouds and mist as cold as Atmora.

In the center of this destroyed Tamriel, a Daedric being sat on it's throne, laughing at the mortals and pulling chains as if they were strings. The same monster that destroyed the Imperial City was standing next to him. It was about to devour Sandcloak, until...

She could see again, and coughed a lot of water. She looked at Cyrnin with a confused look on her face.