Dragon
It's only when the Daedric prince rips the roof from the temple that he's sure they'd made it. He doesn't even have a moment to be impressed before the sky erupts in a blaze of flame and gold and glory.
Everything falters, then resumes at an even more frantic pace.
For a battle to save a world, it doesn't take long. The daedra vanish with their lord. They might have never been, if not for the ruins. And the dragon, now stone.
That last is all he needs to know, and he's already mourning as he races for the temple.