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Chương 637: Soul Bound...

It isn't until the next day that Michael and Saeko's date actually ends. After their time at the arena was finished, they immediately left and began hunting nearby bandits at Saeko's request... They may have gotten too 'into it', judging by the fact it was now mid-afternoon of the next day.

Saeko had let her Werewolf instincts and bloodlust free, and Michael had happily gone along with it, ending up with them killing the vast majority of bandits around the centre of Cyrodil. Michael's ability to fly made it incredibly easy to spot the obvious criminal encampments, and with Saeko's urging, he wasn't all that keen on stopping either.

By the time they returned, Michael had collected enough souls to satisfy Shadow Fiend for like, a month... Maybe?

Regardless, they were greeted by a tired Tiffania as they returned to the tower, the girl having stayed up all this time so she could hear how the date went. Needless to say, she wasn't all that amused after hearing all the violence and murder that was involved.

Still, it could have gone worse. Screwing up the date was far worse in Michael's mind than the tens of thousands of murders he and Saeko had committed in under a day.

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Winterhold got the funding they requested from Surtr and so the Navy was being built far bigger than Kunkka and Ennura had originally anticipated, not to mention the few volunteers who'd joined up upon hearing Surtr's intentions.

Of course, a large percentage of the gold was being used to renovate the city, but that was being kept hush-hush by those who managed Winterhold. No one was that keen on revealing this to Surtr, thinking the High King could spare some coin for reconstructing what was once the greatest city in Skyrim.

During this, Michael also met with Durnehviir who'd returned after completing his task. He'd been told to go observe the waters around the Summerset Isles to see if they'd be sending another attack their way...

What Michael hadn't been counting on was Durnehviir's misinterpretation of his orders. The Thalmor had tried sending out their navy again, a far larger one compared to last time comprised of all the ships that'd once been used against Hammerfell... That was past tense, as Durnehviir had destroyed the whole fleet over a series of days.

He'd waited for them to get far enough out to sea that turning back would be incredibly difficult, then began picking off boats on the outskirts of their formation, not allowing their mages or cannons the chance to get a shot off at him.

Once he'd whittled them down to a few Man O'War sized vessels, he'd begun diving underwater and biting large holes into their hulls. This was the advantage of essentially being an undead dragon, dragons in the first place didn't really need to breathe, but it was much less so for Durnehviir due to his links with the Soul Cairne.

Needless to say, the Thalmor wouldn't be attacking anyone for long while, even if they put their full efforts into rebuilding a navy, they'd have to train soldiers to operate them. A time-consuming effort.

Once the dragon had returned, he'd sent him off again, this time to Solstheim to see just what Miraak was getting up to. He wasn't afraid of the dragon being controlled, since he'd made his claim as soon as he could. But it wasn't without problems...

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Flashback :

"What is this supposed to do...?" Durnehviir suspiciously asks as he stares down at the piece of paper Michael was presenting him.

"It's a contract. Sign it and Miraak won't be able to fuck with your mind. Plus, there's a high chance it'll free you from the Ideal Masters."

"Hi tinvaak vahzah? Are you certain?" Durnehviir asks, now with acute interest.

Michael nods, "Just made sure to read it properly then sign your name..." he palms his forehead, "Right, how would a dragon sign his name...?"

"That is of no concern, lay it down on the floor."

Michael does so and the dragon quickly reads through the contract, it's eyes squinting slightly when it reads a few lines, "You wish to claim my soul wholly for yourself? What difference is this to the treatment of my former masters?"

"The difference is that I'll let you live in Tamriel. Plus, if you die you'll just end up in my own realm as opposed to theirs. You're already mine so signing it doesn't change much." he shrugs.

"You are wrong. We have a verbal agreement now, a Kalyul, putting it in peluth, writ, makes it far more powerful... You could end me with but a word..."

"Well, if you don't sign it Miraak could end you with three. So just sign the damn paper."

Durnehviir lets out a sigh, "If you wish... Deyra. DUR NEH VIIR." he speaks, his words printing themselves hotly into the paper below him, scarring the pale page with his fiery Thu'um.

Things should've concluded there. But an angry ephemeral shout made itself known, Durnehviir let out a similar roar as his body quickly folded in on itself, tens of thousands of shadowy hands pulling the dragon apart like he was paper-mache.

Michael tried to stop it, but realised the process wasn't stoppable after the initial scream... The problem was, Durnehviir's soul was still technically owned by the Ideal Masters, and he'd only been in Tamriel due to a loophole Michael had presented.

His attempt to claim the dragon's soul went directly against their will, causing his body, which was formed from the energy of the Soul Cairne to return to its origin.

Michael wasn't about to let his pet dragon get sent to the slaughterhouse however, he wouldn't be much of a Daedric Lord if he let those pussies push him around!


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Chương 638: Great Collapse

Within a blue-tinged world, with thousands of wandering souls, Michael announces his entrance by literally tearing a hole into the realm with the help of Tiffania's stolen Dimension Gate spell. "I'm here to get my dragon back! Anyone who gets in my way gets their soul eaten!"

...

The few ghosts who'd been standing in the area instantly scatter, screaming and running from the madman who thought he could endure the wrath of the Ideal Masters. This was the correct decision, as not a moment later a huge torrent of soul energy crashes into the spot where Michael was standing, the blue-purple light searing a wretched hole in reality itself and literally disintegrating any spirit stupid enough to be nearby.

Once the light clears all that is left in the area it struck is a purple boiling cracked ground and oozed a dangerous violet light... Along with a single figure.

Michael wipes his mouth and lets out a burp, "Man, if I knew you guys were just going to shoot soul energy at me, I'd have come much sooner!" he laughs.

The energy they'd fired was an extremely concentrated form of energy they'd extracted from the souls of their victims. To any other being, Daedric Princes included, it would be incredibly caustic and dangerous... But for Michael, who'd maxed out [Necromastery], it was like dunking his head in a pool of cola, very refreshing.

"Oooh, I'm buzzin'!" he says shaking his hands, feeling as if he was on a sugar high. "Alright, come out and fight me or I'll just directly merge my realm with yours! I guarantee that shit won't go well for you!"

...

The world around Michael warps and distorts, turning into a white plain that seemed to go on endlessly. Then, hundreds of figures began appearing around him, each looking like a silhouette made of purple diamonds with no other discernable features.

"INVADER, WHY HAVE YOU COME!?" they all simultaneously demand.

"I told you earlier! You stole my dragon! Give him back or I'll take this place apart, piece by piece!"

"THE SOUL IS OOURRSSSS!!!!"

Michael taps his foot impatiently, "How about we play a game? I'll give you three hours to kill me. I'll do absolutely nothing but stand here and nothing else. If you fail, you'll not only give me back Durnehviir, but I want every single soul you have in your possessions. Every last one... So, how about it? Deal?" he asks, his voice distorting slightly as he asks the last question.

...

"WE REFUSE."

Michael shakes his head, "I don't think you properly understand..." he reaches his arm out and clenches his fist, pulling on the thread that connects his soul to his realm. The air crackles around him and soon shatters, creating a window which reveals The Floating Isles of Providence to the Ideal Masters.

They let out inhuman growls at this but don't immediately make a move, so dangerous were Michael's actions that distracting him now could doom their entire realm... Due to Tiffnia's stolen void spell, he was essentially doing what Molag Bal tried to do to Tamriel all those years ago... Except he didn't require all the preparation, sacrifices, rituals, etc... With a flick of his hand he could do what Molag Bal could not over many centuries of planning.

"So I'll ask again, politely, do we have a deal?"

...

"THE TERMS. WHAT DO WE GAIN?"

"I thought not killing you all was enough but... How about my soul and the souls of everyone in my realm? That a good enough reward for you?"

"YES." they agree to the deal, inadvertently activating Michael's concepts and all jumping into action.

Since their soul energy attack obviously wouldn't work, they begun attempting different methods. Strangely to Michael, they began using Tamrielic magic against him, spells that one could learn. Indeed, the Ideal Masters were far magically stronger than any other mage he'd come across... Even Savos and the Psijic Order mage hadn't had an ounce of the power they were exerting against him now.

His body was incredibly magically resistant, but the deal allowed the Masters to get... Creative. They spent an hour condensing magical energy into what was essentially a bomb, one that had the same power as a couple nuclear bombs... They shoved this down his throat, and detonated it.

He wasn't durable enough to endure a nuclear explosion in his stomach... He died. But... Not really, his concept of death allowed him to recognise the true sense of the word and use it in his agreement, true death was permanent, so the binding snapped back into place when his body reformed itself in the Ideal Master's midst, surprising them all rather severely.

They made a few more attempts to kill him, but quickly realise that they'd been tricked. Then, they began panicking. Their realm trembling as the realisation of the situation hit them. Michael hadn't understood the implications of his deal until after it'd concluded, the fact that the realm of the Ideal Masters was entirely formed from soul energy.

This meant that if all of their souls were claimed, their realm would literally collapse in on itself. It would implode into nothingness, another unclaimed and unattributed realm amongst the other trillions in Oblivion.

Once the deal was concluded the Ideal Mastera all began bursting into particles around him, their own souls being claimed and thrown into the hellish portion of Floating Isles of Providence.

Before the Soul Cairne begins collapsing however, Michael grips it and binds it to himself, unwilling to let an already furnished property to go waste. Not to mention the fact that all black soul gems were linked to it, along with any soul used from said gems... In mortal terms, the realm was akin to a vending machine for Michael, allowing him to occasionally come back and collect the profit of souls.


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