122 A Shade of Cimmerian

"Stop!" Dawn called, but Nusgroth had jumped inside the pit. The ground rearranged itself as all the debris, rocks and dust fitted back in their place as if nothing happened. It was as if the time rewound. Dawn ran after him. But he was gone. There was no trace that he even appeared. She placed her fingers on her parted lips. Did she just hallucinate or was it true?

When she began her journey back from Ulfric, on the inside she knew that she wouldn't be seeing Daryn anytime soon considering the way things were going. That nagging fear that he was in some kind of a peril worsened her state of mind. 'I love you,' he had said before parting—those words made her crave to go back. The way the pixies circled around them, the glow on his skin and his deep intense gaze—she could almost feel it all on her. And now—after what Nusgroth said, she was desperate to go back. 

'Use everything, every power you have in your possession in Ulfric.'