Nova Peak blessed be our descendants

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He stays, will not leave her alone in this hour of secrecy.

“Takke... du” is the last of what her soul manages to impart against a cessation of pinpricks. The spirits of the dead, who stand in life at these foothills are again thrumming. The huntress shifts, freeing her head from the earth and for the first time truly seeing his face against the night. Stars cling to strands of northern fur, shadowy, yet with eyes that pierce through dark. No breeze then, the breath of the gods is still. “Ulfric.”

They wish to speak, she feels it— what they mean to say is another mystery.