Blackfeather Woods we conquered a magic

The had faith in the daedra like he did. He wasn't as close to them as Maegi, but he wasn't Melonii. He was Blackfeather and he was protecting their homelands. They spoke to him when they needed to, not because they wanted to whisper sweet nothings in his ear or whatever they did.

"No." His voice was sullen, hollow.
"I want to know why everyone disappears..." His voice trailed to a whisper like she'd turn to dust before him and he realised that the woods were not real. It was imagination.