Despite our destruction of the Planemeld, Molag Bal’s threat to Tamriel is not yet finished; not whilst he still holds thousands upon thousands of mortal souls captive, ready to fuel some future malevolence. With the Amulet of Kings in hand we five companions step out from judicious shadow to confront the Lord of Brutality.

Whilst my soul may be captive, my heart beats freely still. And though now we fly into the maw of the beast, we do so without angst of death, for we are stoically resolved that the price of freedom may be our lives.

S.K