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[Low rumble, like distant thunder] Mehrunes Dagon (deep, resonant): “…You have come.” [Pause — let the air settle] You who walk in Dragongod’s blood… you think yourself powerful. You think your Thu’um rends fate. You think your victories matter. But power? Power is a lie told by the weak. I am truth. I am ruin made flesh. [Slight growl] Look into your heart, Dragonborn. What do you see? Courage? Doubt? Irrelevance. I am the fracture in every dream. I am the fire that unbinds worlds. I am the end