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"What is your bidding?" The Dremora asked.

Om Nagt thought for a bit.

"I WANT A PIE!!!" Om Nagt joked. "Just kidding. Bring us to Coldharbour."

The Dremora sighed.

"Yes, my lord." The Dremora walked a step. He started the ritual.

"Let Coldharbour remake Nirn it's own image! God of Schemes, we offer these victims to you! Through the power of innocent blood, bring forth your anchor and let two worlds become one! Bind this world to your chains! Draw it ever closer to your realm!" The Dremora shouted.

Suddenly, the sky became purple and the earth shaked. A portal to Coldharbour appeared in the sky and chains fell around the group.

"I will dominate this world, and other in time. The strong should always command the weak." Molag Bal yelled.

Kharjo looked up at the portal.

"This is beautiful. The glow... The color..." Kharjo walked towards the portal. He started to float towards it. He slowly started to turn into ash. He shouted in pain and disappeared.