The old woman smiled. “Vika. The Unfettered. The one who remembered when everyone else forgot.”
“You are late,” it said, its voice the sound of a book burning. “The first stone of the first war—I have already begun to unsing it. Soon, the Nords never came. Soon, the Dwemer never built. Soon, you will have never been born. You are a dream I am waking from.” vika elder scrolls
“Your world,” Kaela gasped, blood seeping from her nose, “is not the prime timeline. It is a… echo. And Xero-Kal has found the point of fracture. The Red Moment. The Battle of Red Mountain.” The old woman smiled
“I need to get to Red Mountain,” Vika said. The one who remembered when everyone else forgot
“No,” Vika said. “You forgot that Nords don’t fight with stone or steel. We fight with stories . And this story—the one where a nobody from a frozen island stands in front of a god and tells it to go fuck itself—is one the Skaal have been singing for ten thousand years.”