There was nothing. Or...could she just see nothing? Reaching this conclusion, she opened her eyes – though it did very little. She seemed to be standing...well, not exactly on something, because that would imply there was a thing there. But there was definitely some form of matter beneath her feet...else she'd be falling.

If someone had asked, she would have said the impenetrable air around her was black...but looking closer, it didn't actually seem to have a colour. Not one that she could describe, anyway. She could still see herself...though she got a bit of a shock when she saw she was naked. She clutched at her chest then remembered there was no one there. Yet...it felt almost like someone was watching her.

Taking a tentative step forward, she let out a scream and dived back as the nothingness shook and morphed into something – stairs.

Taking a deep breath, she put her foot on the first step. Nothing happened. What had she expected would? The next step, then the next step...

It was a seemingly uneventful climb...until she looked back and realised she hadn't even moved up one step. Or...had the nothingness just swallowed the rest up? Fear creeping into her veins, she quickened her pace. Yet, suddenly, a bout of fatigue overwhelmed her and she stopped, gasping for air. As she stared up above her, she saw no end. All there was were stairs rising endlessly up into the abyss. Surely it would be easier to turn back, find some other way?

She turned.

A face, more terrible than anything she could have imagined in her darkness nightmares, was inches from hers. It was sunken and ashen-white, the sockets where its eyes should have been empty, bleeding holes.

Her scream stuck in her throat. It raised a wasted hand, enclosing around her neck. Her lungs constricted as they struggled to find oxygen.

Then, suddenly, it disappeared. She stood, paralyzed with dread, staring at the void below. The Void below...

Spinning around and dashing up the steps, she heard only her jagged breathing and the slap of her feet against the stone. Until she heard something else: a blood-chilling scraping.

She cast a glance over her shoulder. A figure was crawling behind her, its rotting hand outstretched to close around her ankle.

The stairs seemed to steepen impossibly. She tried to run but her legs gave way and she felt herself falling...

Falling...

An icy pair of hands wrapped around her in a loving embrace as she was dragged down into the depths...

A blinding light erupted before her. She felt herself pulled away from the suffocating grip and she heard a long, piercing scream.

"You're not taking her, Sithis. Sovngarde awaits its hero." said a loud, rumbling voice. It filled the entire Void, shattering the nothingness and filling the air with a dazzling brightness.

A strong pair of arms tightened around her and she saw the world around her burst into a thousand lights.

Then everything fell into place. She blinked.

She was there.

Staring up at the star-strewn sky, a beautiful blend of every colour imaginable, she whispered "Thank you, Shor."

She lowered her gaze to the Halls of Valor.