Falls of the Hinterlands It's the last midnight

"Hope you're ready to become a god, then." This is he hears, but not the rest.

In a swift motion, the agouti breaks the distance. 

Grasping the other's scruff, a long leg wraps itself around Alduin shoulder. And then, in a flash, the shadow is forced upon his back, another atop him.

The body that once belonged to Arashi stood there, looming. 

Muzzle on muzzle, he did not shy away, keeping as close as possibly could.

We will not become gods. We are gods, by rite. No one can say otherwise. And if they try, they'll meet the fate our past selves have already met.

This was the truth in his eyes, and none would sway him.

Every corner of existence, we own. Every soul we come across, it is ours to take. Every mere creature that crosses us, will meet its end. The strength and firmness of his words match every inch of his gaze and posture. He means it. All of it.

You and me— we will make it so. As one. That's what they had become. One mind, one body, one soul.

And if Alduin did not yet believe it so, then he would be shown just how true it was.