Bragging Rights

Clavicus Vile was by far the most affected by the sudden strengthening of Akatosh's Veil. All of his plans concerning Elsweyr, Skyrim, and the other Provinces had essentially just gone up in smoke. While the moon was still technically under his control and continually cursing the Khajiit unless they worshipped him, his overall control was severely limited.

He'd created various artifacts to help him keep control of the moon, and these were some of the only things still keeping the Khajiit in line. Not that they knew how easy it would be to take back control of their race's reproductive mechanisms.

Indeed, the only way he would be able to communicate with the denizens of Tamriel was via his artifacts. The Chain of Arkmis would let him speak to Charlotte and his other artifacts may still be able to possess their user if the circumstances willed it.

Unfortunately, there was another factor at play... Barbas. Since most of Clavicus' artifacts were pieces of himself moulded into a separate objects, there was a relatively high probability of something going wrong... If something wished, they could utilise a sealing ritual to bind Barbas, removing around thirty percent of Clavicus' overall power... And since he'd essentially made enemies of the other Daedric Lords, he probably wouldn't last long if they occurred.

All of the Daedric Princes would soon learn of who was responsible for this change, especially since the rest of Tamriel was going to hear it soon enough too... After all, you couldn't exactly hide a giant glowing spire...

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Michael blinks a couple times to clear his vision after he'd been blasted by an ungodly amount of blue light. Everything seemed to be working well, the Eye of Magnus was easily powering the tower and the Veil, and-...

He pauses when he realises that the amount of power being produced wasn't slowing, once the Veil was fully reinforced the magic required to maintain it would be far lower... Meaning the excess had to go somewhere...

*Crrrrrk*

The ground rumbles as what Michael assumes to be the Veil's strengthening completes, the Eye of Magnus glowing even more intensely as magicka builds up in and around it.

"Oh, shit... The fuck do I do now!?" he mutters, never having thought that the Eye would be this efficient and unstable...

While he was freaking out and trying to figure out what to do, the staggering amount of ambient magicka starts fading away, as if someone had pulled the plug in a bath.

Michael extends his senses and feels around, quickly realising what was happening... The excess magicka was being pushed into the earth below the Spire...

Now, this wouldn't be a cause for concern if it was just a little magicka, especially considering that the sun showered the ground with magicka at every moment of the day... But the magicka produced by the Eye?

He had no idea what effects this would have on the surrounding environment... Would magical beings like Ice Wraiths, Spriggans, and Wisps begin randomly forming? Would highly magical plants begin sprouting? Highly magical ores perhaps?... Or maybe it'd just cause a catastrophe like the Great Collapse that'd hit Winterhold previously?

Michael rubs his face, deciding to just leave it be and hope that shit doesn't hit the fan. This could be good news, introducing a whole new set of resources to Winterhold... Or it could destroy the place...

Yeah, when in doubt wait it out... Plus, he'd rather ask for forgiveness in this circumstance than for permission to keep it running... He DID NOT want the Daedric Princes coming back now that they knew he had this setup. He was pretty sure all of them would try and invade to destroy the Eye of the World...

Shaking his head, he decides to go and face the thunder, exiting the basement and activing all the locks and other defences before heading to the front entrance of the Spire, which had a separate room that acted like an airlock to prevent anyone sneaking in.

He opens the door and sees almost the entire town of Winterhold standing on the plate outside of his Spire, some even precariously sitting on unstable ground that was next to a very, very large drop to the ground below.

"Er, hey Korir. How're you doing?" he casually asks with a forced smile.

"Don't you start with this shit, lad! What in Oblivion is this!?" he exclaims while widely gesticulating at the magically glowing tower.

"A side project... Did you like the light show?"

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"D-did-, I am so close to hurting you right now! Explain yourself!" The Jarl exclaims, more angered at Michael's blase attitude than the Spire itself.

The Arch-Mage steps forwards next, "Yes, I'd very much like to know what this is, and why you have made it." he questions, probably already aware of its effects but asking nonetheless.

Michael stays silent for a moment as he looks over the crowd, eventually raising his arms and grinning, "I've done Tamriel a service and finished what Martin Septim started! I've rid Tamriel of the Daedric Princes!"

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"You did what...?" Korir asks, looking completely and utterly baffled.

Michael gestures at the spire behind him, "This thing here stops any and all Daedra from entering Tamriel. From scamps to Princes, all are blocked from ever showing their faces."

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A few people begin clapping and celebrating, while Korir just looks to the Arch-Mage and reluctant questions if this was true.

The Arch-Mage nods, "As far as I can tell, it's true. The barrier created by Akatosh has been strengthened enough that any Daedra attempting to enter this realm will be instantly crippled, banished, or even destroyed if they persist... I am just not sure how you managed to achieve this, Michael."

Michael shrugs, "It's been a long time coming, I've been working on it long before building the Spire..." he looks to the crowd, "By the way! I name this the Eye of the World!... Oh, and if anyone tries to climb it, break-in, or sneak around it, I'll personally throw them off of this mountain top!"