[angry] [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