Her spell was broken, but her seduction remained.
I can no longer sleep but for thinking of her voice. That narcotic melody which have conducted me in a hundred dreams, and led me to such intense abstractions that all else now seems flavourless. That siren’s enchantment, an aria of infinite possibilities where darkness and emptiness are but a blank easel for her imagination. It is her whispers still that lead me across those pin-pricked skies at night, past a thousand blazing suns, to a place deep in the everlasting cosmos where the flame-haired comets caper, and where Nirn is but a spec on a dark horizon.
I stood ready to brave her beauty, and raised my shield in defiance of the night, but alas Tamriel, for as her eyes pulled me ever deeper into her rhapsody, this land for which I fight have never seemed so dark to me; as if the sun itself were shamed into an eternal eclipse by the radiance of her palate.
Yet just as I began to slip beyond, she cast an Entropic Bolt knocking me to the floor. Destruction magics rained down upon me from her staff, and as the air grew thick with mist and fizzle, she summoned forth a spectral minion and giant bone colossus with sole intent to crush me.
But I stood once more to endure her torrent, although I could not, would not, strike at her. She baited me to let go my shield and give in to her, whispering directly into my mind; and I wished for nothing more.
Before me she stood imperious and my shield finally yielded as I fell deep into her eyes. But as I stumbled forward into her lethal embrace, I felt my blade sink deep into her chest, and with all the grace of a sleepy swan she sank to the floor, and I was empty once more.