Ankyra Sound Your temporary touch

alduin, returned, only changed — feral. something in his mind had been shattered, the listener could see that now. this, too, was for a purpose. it must be.

the prophet did not flinch from the saint's threat. she studied him in level silence.

alduin the saint. you have lost your way, she said, voice low. you have forgotten me.

he held the look of a warrior. their time apart had been unkind to him — but it had forged him into something stronger. a creature who looked on her with plain intent to kill written into his features. a creature who radiated bloodlust, and carried the confidence of one with the skills to sustain his violent desires.