There were a lot more here. Makes sense this is there home. One roars and charges me. I blast it with lightning. Another one jumps up and charges. I dodge it. What are these things? Why do they feel so corrupted?

I'm being circled. I see a caterpillar crawling up my foot. I take it. Let's give this a shot. I don't have any other ideas. Master Aaravos has told me that Dark Magic is the most powerful. I trust him.

"Esir sepor ekans erif." I crush the caterpillar.

My eyes glow purple and I shoot fire out of my hand which turns to fire. The fire turns into snakes. They attack. The bears draw back. I grip my hands. I watch as they clash. I can still feel the caterpillar's energy in me. One more spell.

"Efil ruoy swollaws eh." I chant.

I shoot magic at them m. I take a breath and I can feel they're life falling into me. Pouring into me. It feels corrupted. It feels like tar pouring into my veins.

When they all drop dead I fall to my knees.  My vision turns blurry. I see figures walking in. Elves? Then I see a girl. She had armor and had a shield. Then everything turns black