As I shielded myself against the frenzied attack of the feral Soul-shriven, I became entirely transfixed by it’s empty eyes. No anger, no fear, no hunger, no desperation, no emotion whatsoever… just empty. And even when Lyris’s axe hewed the creatures head from its shoulders, there was still no look of shock, pain, or sorrow.
Even if we somehow manage to escape this place and make it back home to Tamriel, I’ll still be dead… and I’ll still be Soul-shriven.
Is this to be my fate?
Was I looking into a reflection of my own eyes?