Serving the Dragon
The dark palace was filled with the servants of Alduin. The cult of the dragon had never really died. As the dragon energy filled the air, Marcus felt happiness. Finally the overlord, Alduin would have returned.
The energy felt different then Alduin was expecting. The sudden rush of the world, and the power flowing from the portal was much higher then he was expecting. He felt strong, and he wanted to shout. The mighty king, now soon to be overlord of the world emerged into the world, and shouted, as he observed all the mortals bowing to his might. As he observed some of the cultists he noticed a strange air around one of them. A hooded imperial, with a staff. "Pah Joor Jul must serve." The cultist said, and Alduin smiled. The dragonborn was one of them. Alduin was now the one ruler. The one king. "Faal Thur Ahrk Al Daals."