High on the mountain peaks of Sovngarde, weary from travelling, the breath was visible in the crisp, ethereal air.

Across the majestic landscape, Alduin, the World-Eater, loomed in the distance. The dragon's growl echoed through the valleys, but then his attention shifted, locking his red eyes.

With a deep resonance, he uttered, "Dovahkiin," acknowledging the Dragonborn in his ancient tongue.