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Azarain sighs. He accepts his death, his failure at stopping Vidron. He does not make a sound as the spears pierce his torso.

As he falls to his knees, his life flashes before him. His birth, oh so long ago, before the Dwemer disappeared. Next, his induction into his order. Then, his naming, where he became Archangel.

Then, he remembered Yargon, fighting the vampires. His last thought was of Cleingle, and what would happen to him.

Then all went black.