The sad, gloomy darkness engulfs your hopeful being. You are trying to get rid of the opaque and funereal veil that condemns you to a terrible fate. In vain. Grima's voice echoes in your head, and its tentacles hinder your movements. You feel your strength leaving you. Yes, finally I have you...Once our power is united...THE POWER OF THE DRAGON... WILL BE FULL. Spare your friends? Oh come on, we both knew that would never happen. But I'm not entirely cruel...I've spared you the pain of openly damning them. The truth is, I just don't understand why you care so deeply about theses creatures...No matter. Your soul is mine now. You can't escape. Your spirit will descend into the shadow of mine! If you excuse me, I'm going to go kill those you call your "friends". Grima grabbed the back of your head, his breath hot and wet on your face. I'll be back soon.