Literature
Imposter
Pale lightning flickered above, casting huge black silhouettes against the mist. The swirling, groping arms of unnatural fog drew in from all sides, suffocating and leeching. Overhead a horrible screech sounded again, shattering hope, rending courage; its bellowing fury bespeaking vengeance.
The cry of a dragon. The Dragon.
Alduin’s roar froze even the hearts of those long dead, and commanded the heavens of the realm of immortals. His challenge was a scoffing boom that quaked sky and mountain, made little stones trickle from the towering statues perched, heads eternally bowed, high around all of Sovngarde.
Even the Divines’ auro