The legend was no longer a campfire tale. High atop the Dragonstar mountain range, the veil between worlds had worn thin. Jagar Tharn’s shadow lingered here, manifest in the form of the Shadowmair, a creature of pure, devouring darkness that sought to turn the War of the Bend’r-mahk into a feast for the Void.
Peren stepped forward, the gems reacting to the presence of the shadow. The cavern walls began to bleed darkness, ink-like shadows coiling around his boots. He remembered the Skraeven’s warnings: the Shadowkey wasn't a physical object, but a choice—the power to unlock the potential of one's own soul to push back the night. Download Elder Scrolls Travels, The – Shadowkey...
"You cannot hold the light forever," a voice hissed, echoing from the jagged ceiling. It wasn't a sound, but a cold pressure against Peren’s mind. The legend was no longer a campfire tale