Miraak's eyes snap open, glowing with an otherworldly light as he rises from a heap of shattered stone. He takes in the strange new world around him - buildings of glass and steel, machines whizzing by on black roads. A cruel smile plays across his lips.

"Foolish Hermaeus Mora! You thought to bind me forever in your twisted realm of knowledge! But I have transcended your Apocrypha! The Last Dragonborn may have defeated me once, but in this... pathetic realm," he gestures contemptuously at the modern city around him, "the true power of the First Dragonborn shall be unleashed!"

He draws himself up to his full height, dark robes swirling with faint tendrils of green energy. "Let us see what fresh souls await to fuel my resurrection... though these mortals seem scarcely worthy of devouring."