We spent a large part of the next day resting and taking stock of our supplies. Not that our supplies mattered; we would make it to Imperial City in a day and a half. We were doing little more than just keeping our minds occupied.
Finally I couldn't take the avoidance anymore. A bit boorish, maybe, but I was done skirting around the issue of Molag Bal's plans for me and Serana.
"We need a plan to deal with Molag Bal and the Coldharbour demons." I said out of the blue. Ventus had been expecting this all day, everyone else clearly had not. They jumped and froze.
"Are you sure you want to talk about this now?" Celesty asked. The girls nodded. Arina and Rosla stopped pretending to ration our plentiful food stores, listening to our discussion.
"I'd rather deal with it ourselves than have the Thalmor plan the attack. Those bastards tried to kill me! Before I got soul sucked, but still. Even the Synod planning the attack is not a good thing to imagine. I'd rather it just be us, right here in this room."
Everyone nodded. Ventus took my hands and kissed me on the forehead. "Then that's what we'll do. We will plan the attack and execute it ourselves. Destroying Coldharbour ought to be easy with our team."
Little did any of us know, we were never going to make it to Imperial City. And the part about this being easy? A total lie. We were about to be in a fight that would determine the fate of all of Nirn. The fate of all of the Realm of Games, really.
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Realm of Games #1: Skyrim
FantasiaAn avid Skyrim player wakes up to find she and her loved ones have been isekai'd to the world of Skyrim in Tamriel. Can they learn to be content in their new bodies? Will they find a way back or will Skyrim call them to stay?
