“It’s overwriting,” Erik realized. “It’s replacing Tamriel with its memory of Tamriel.”
The air in Whiterun had a static hum that afternoon—a subtle vibration behind the wind, like a plucked harp string stretched across the sky. Erik the Tall noticed it first, pausing mid-stride on the cobblestones near the Bannered Mare. dyndolod
In the center sat the god.
