Chapter 8

Cirilonde leaned against the door to the Arch Mage's Quarters. Her fingers rubbed her tender and sensitive temples. Her head was killing her and she knew that the healing spell she just used would only last her for so long. But there was no time to rest and she thought hard as to where she could even begin. I better find Ganir…

She found the Dark Elf in his room with a bag of ice on his head. "Before you ask, the fetcher paralyzed me and threw me in the n'chow broom closet of all fucking places. Hit my head on the shelf in the process. Yes. It hurts." Cirilonde gestured for him to pull the bag of ice away and after she had a look, she cast a healing spell on the cut.

"Well, I suppose there's an advantage to your state. That could've done worse damage to you," she observed.

"Very funny." He grumbled. "That's what I get after nearly ripping his arm off."

He immediately regretted blurting that out. "You did what?!" She had smacked him over the head before she even realized she had done so, startling herself but not any less angry. "You idiot! What were you thinking?!"

"I was trying to protect you!" Ganir snapped in his defence. "But I see he found you anyway. What did the Arch-Mage want?"

She told him what had happened and she sat on her bed with a deep sigh. "I need to find a suitable moment to speak Master Tolfdir without Ancano or any students around. And we need to watch Ancano. This whole situation with this Psijic Monk has him ever more watchful."

Ganir looked at his hands, clearly bothered by something completely different. And from what she could see, it had been on his mind for quite some time. "Ciri…I really don't like where any of this is going. Maybe it's best we just leave."

"No. No!" She grabbed both of his hands. "If we walk away from this, we'll always be on the run and it's all I've done ever since I got here!"

"This isn't our problem, Ciri." He looked away from her green eyes, hurt and disappointed.

"It will be, Ganir. Do what you will, walk away from the fact that you're Dragonborn for all I care, but I beg you not to walk away from this, or me."

Ganir ran a hand through his thick, black mane of hair and winced when he hit the tender spot where she'd just smacked him. "I...I didn't come to Skyrim to dive in from one hell to another, and I've been there for a while. I came here to find a cure. Maybe live a normal life, grow old and maybe at last die peacefully." He shook his head. "I'm tired of it. I've seen enough death and if we stick around, it will all happen again. I don't want to lose you too."

"Ganir..." Cirilonde reached for his face and made him look at her. She had never, even one moment, thought about him, or how he felt. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea...Please, will you tell me?"

"Do you really want to hear some old man's long-winded story?" She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at him. "Where to begin...?" he mused. Fuck, I'm old. "I was born in the Third Era with a father unknown to me and my mother but a mere, lowly servant. I got by, until I stole from the wrong person; Dunsalipal Dun-Ahne, the Morag Tong Master Assassin of the Sadrith More chapter..."

Ganir told Cirilonde how Dunsalipal had taken him in and trained Ganir into a skilled assassin over the course of the years. It all went awry when a House Telvanni Wizard Lord hired the Morag Tong, and Ganir was given the writ to assassinate a certain 'Nerevarine' who sought to become the Hortator of all Morrowind Great Houses.

It went awry because the Dark Brotherhood was after the Nerevarine as well. Ganir got caught in a skirmish with a Dark Brotherhood assassin and the Nerevarine got away. When Ganir returned to Sadrith Mora, he found the Morag Tong guild hall burnt to ashes and his mother hanging dead from a tree.

Intent on revenge, he went to Cyrodiil where the Dark Brotherhood had a strong hold. The Dark Brotherhood expected his arrival and vengeful intentions. Ganir was no match for them and after some skirmishes and lucky getaways, he finally got caught.
"The land was crawling with Daedra, but that obviously was the least of my concerns. I hoped it would buy me the time and space to make a proper getaway. Vicente Valtieri got me and unintentionally 'gifted' me with eternal life, assuming I'd bleed to death. Of course I repaid the bastard eventually."

Elves had long lifespans, but Cirilonde was barely a century old. Ganir had been there for multiple and had seen much more than she could even imagine. She wiped some stray strands from his face. "I had no idea. I'm sorry. I've thanked you, but not once considered how you felt or what you needed since we got here. I'm a terrible friend."

"You're not. I just wanted you to understand my reluctance." He stood up. "I will do this. I will help you. But I will not involve myself with this Dragonborn business. The sooner that Eye is gone, the better we can focus on finding a cure."

"That's okay. Thank you." The elves embraced each other. "And we'll find it," Cirilonde promised.

But none of the seminars were the same. They were no longer hosted in the Hall of the Elements and Cirilonde noticed that her studies either went far smoother or more difficult. Her fellow students dismissed her observations and mocked her for being far too tense, or in Nirya's case, that maybe after all, she wasn't as good as she posed to be.

And she wasn't sure whether to find this comforting or concerning, but Ancano no longer prowled in the back of any seminar. She hardly even saw him and from what she and Ganir had gathered, he kept to himself in his room or he was studying the Eye of Magnus late at night. Very few students were allowed near it but she found that next to being drawn to it, it also gave her a terrible headache that would stay away for only so long. In the hours between the times where he was known to be, Ancano would be gone for hours, nowhere to be found on College grounds until he would randomly reappear in the Hall of Countenance or the Arcaneum, muttering to himself.

Rather than risk incurring his wrath by catching his attention, Cirilonde left Ancano to whatever it was she was doing. On top of which, she saw no point in trying to delve further into any of these strange and concerning developments. She'd receive no answers so she instead focused her studies on vampires, vampirism and anything that could lead her and Ganir closer to finding some hint of a cure.

But as a few more days passed, the High Elf felt the pressure build up. It grew more of the essence to catch Tolfdir at just the right time as the Eye began to wear down on people. Students and faculty grew more irritable, tired and had trouble focusing if not completely obsessed with that damned Eye. It was almost the only thing that was discussed!
When she saw Tolfdir enter the Hall of Elements, she excused herself from Colette Maren's Restoration class.

"Master Tolfdir, it is urgent I speak with you." She approached him.

"I just got back from Saarthal, dear. I am rather tired." Tolfdir looked terrible. There were dark rings under his eyes and it looked like the old man was about to fall asleep where he stood.

"You've been telling me this for days," she glared at him. "I need to know about the Augur of Dunlain."

Tolfdir let out an uncharacteristic, irritated sigh. "You won't give up, will you?

"The Arch-Mage will have my head, but...The Augur of Dunlain can be found in the Midden, below the College. He was once a student, but an unfortunate incident left him nor dead or alive, but still he's here."

"Where is this...Midden?" she really didn't want to press Tolfdir too much, but she had too.

"There's a hatch to it under the stairwell in the Hall of Countenance. Stay away from the Labyrinth (...a story for another time,) and stick to the path of the College's foundation." Tolfdir shook his head at Cirilonde who had hurried off.

She wasn't supposed to be here, but if anyone had seen her sneak into the Hall of Countenance, they certainly made no effort to stop or address her. She looked around one more time to make sure no one was following her and snuck around in search of this hatch.

"It simply must be possible. He is wrong. I will have it." Cirilonde dove into a nearby room and hid behind the door. Through a crack, she could see Ancano pacing about. Aside from the determination in his eyes, he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept properly since the Eye had come. "Yes, it will have answers. I know it."

She remained where she was for a moment, fearful he might suddenly return. She carefully peered around the corners and then saw the hatch in the stairwell. She hurried across, opened the hatch and climbed down the rickety, wooden ladder.

The Midden was a dark and grim place. Where its walls weren't glazed over with a layer of ice, it was covered in mould, cobwebs and Divines knew what else. The place was littered with remnants of rituals and experiments she didn't even want to ponder the success or failure of. The spatters of old, dried blood, bones and burn marks gave her the creeps.

She followed Tolfdir's directions and found the door that was supposed to lead to the Augur, but it was locked. The High Elf leapt back, startled, when an odd, blue light was visible from under the crack of the door and came closer.

"There is no solace in knowing what is to come. There is no help for you here and your perseverance will only lead you to disappointment." Cirilonde knew the voice had come from behind the door, but it echoed serenely through the whole College's foundations as though it was a part of it.

"Please, if you are the Augur of Dunlain, I beg of you. I need your help." Cirilonde's voice cracked. She realized that up until now, she had been running away from everything and now that she was about to speak with this...Augur, she realized how scared she had been of the truth that just maybe none of this would end well, just as Ganir had feared.

"Persistent...Very well. You may enter." The door was opened by an unseen force and revealed a round, ice-covered chamber bathed in white-blue light. Cirilonde squinted her eyes to let them adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Are you the Augur of Dunlain?" The bright light had come from a glowing ball of energy that serenely floated in the centre of the room before her. She wasn't sure what or who she had expected the Augur to be or look like, but this was definitely not it, nor did it even seem possible. "My name is Cirilonde."

"I am that which you have been seeking," said the Augur. "Your efforts are in vain, however as it has already begun. But those who have sent you have not told you what they seek. What you seek."

"And what is it that I am seeking, Augur?" Cirilonde couldn't help but wonder what fate had befallen this poor soul divines knew how long ago.

"You seek that which all who wield magic seek. Knowledge. You shall find that knowledge will corrupt. It will destroy. It will consume..." The Augur sounded bitter. He, of all things or beings would no doubt know like no other. "You seek meaning; shelter in knowledge. You will not find it. The Thalmor sought the same thing and it shall lead to his end as it has so many others."

"The Thalmor?" Cirilonde furrowed her brow. "Do you mean Ancano?"

"He has sought my knowledge as well, through different questions." The Augur's appearance hummed and pulsed. He was thinking. "Your path...differs from most," he observed. "Unlike Ancano, you are being guided and pushed towards something. It is a good path, travelled by few, that can save your College and because of that, I will tell you what you need to know to continue down that path."

If even someone as powerful and dangerous as Ancano was crumbling under the power of the Eye of Magnus, Cirilonde began to fear and doubt how she and Ganir could possibly do anything. Everyone looked like they had been sucked dry of their energy. Most hadn't slept for days and where others suddenly grew stronger and more successful, others fumbled. The result was the same; people grew more and more irritable and obsessed by the day. "Please, tell me, what do I need?"

"You, and those aiding you, wish to know more about the Eye of Magnus. You wish to avoid the disaster of which you are not yet aware. To see through Magnus' Eye without being blinded, you require his staff. Events now spiral quickly towards the inevitable centre, so you must act with haste. Take this knowledge to your Arch-Mage. Now...Go."

Cirilonde had so many more questions, but the Augur of Dunlain faded away into nothingness, seeping into the College's foundations like it had never been there. Whatever fate had befallen him, he indeed wasn't alive or dead, but very much bound to the College and its fate. Perhaps that's why he helped her. She could feel his energy linger, weakened, and she guessed that their conversation had cost him a lot of energy.

Cirilonde made her way back to the Hall of Countenance and found it quiet. She peered into the rooms and made her way to the Hall of Elements where the Arch Mage was present to study the Eye.

"Arch-Mage Aren...I have important news. Do you have a moment?" she asked him. He too, looked tired, but still calm.

"Really?" he turned to her with a raised brow. "And what might that be?"

"I know this sounds crazy, but I've spoken with the Augur of Dunlain, and he told me that we require the Staff of Magnus."

The Arch-Mage wasn't pleased someone had told her about the Augur's existence. He had known the Augur for many years now and grown fond and protective of him. But he had to admit he was impressed, because the Augur wouldn't speak to just anyone. "Did you now? And he specifically mentioned the Staff of Magnus? I am most pleased with your initiative, but someone will have to follow up on this..."

I wonder who? She thought, annoyed. Should've seen that one coming. "How could I be of help, Sir?"

"A most pleasing attitude." He nodded with approval. "Something as specific as the Staff of Magnus..." He stroked his beard, tugging at its tip and furrowing his brow in thought. "I recall Mirabelle mentioned it to me recently..."

Cirilonde made to thank the Arch-Mage and get to business right away but turned around when he put his hand on her shoulder. "Wait." The Arch Mage unclasped an amulet from around his neck and gave it to her. "You have shown exponential growth in such a short time since your arrival. You remind me of my younger self..." There was a flicker of bitter nostalgia in his eyes. "This amulet proved to be invaluable for me years ago. May it serve you well now."

Cirilonde looked at the silver, jewelled amulet, awed by its craftsmanship and the enchantment she would have yet to identify, "You honour me Arch Mage. Thank you."

Savos Aren smiled. "Azura guide you, Journeyman. Go. Find Mirabelle."

After asking and looking around, she found Mirabelle outside. The Master Wizard looked worse for wear. Her hair was a mess, there were bags under her eyes and she leaned against a statue while rubbing her sore temples. "This headache is killing me...Urgh..." She shot the High Elf an irritated look. "What is it, Cirilonde?"

"Savos...I mean, the Arch Mage...he told me to find you as he mentioned you recently discussed the Staff of Magnus with him."

"Figured you'd come asking about it after the Synod did," she rolled her eyes. "We don't have it."

"I know, but...the Synod were looking for it too, here in Skyrim?" This troubled Cirilonde. After the Mages Guild was disbanded, the Synod came to be. Not that they were focused on seeking or providing knowledge and teaching. Their motives were all about obtaining more political power. If they were trying to find, or closing in to finding the Staff of Magnus...

"They thought we stored it here in a cupboard or something...fools." Mirabelle spat. "I'm sorry. I'm just...Not well. They left after they realized we really didn't have it and they mentioned an expedition to Mzulft; a Dwemer ruin to the South-East of Windhelm."

Mirabelle was so kind to show Cirilonde where it was on the map she had been given by Urag and after thanking her, she hurried to find Ganir, who was piling through the countless books and documents on legends, tales and journal fragments on vampires and vampirism.

After Cirilonde had given him a summary in a hushed tone, he got up. "All right, let me get my things and get going."

"I don't know if that's wise," she stopped him. "I mean, have you seen Ancano?" Cirilonde's eyes shot around the Arcaneum. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

"I have..." Ganir wasn't sure why Cirilonde would give a damn about the Thalmor's well-being, but his behaviour since the Eye was clearly more than a display of a mild obsession. "Maybe the Eye will drive him mad and he'll jump off the bridge?"

Cirilonde couldn't appreciate his jest. "I need you to stay here and keep an eye on things. Things are going to get out of control no matter what we do, and fast. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but Ancano can't be left unattended while this damned Eye is slowly driving us mad."

"I will kill him if he tries anything." Ganir warned her.

"Don't. If we hurt him, the Thalmor will come looking and they can't know anything about this. So when I say 'watch' him, I mean 'don't hurt him' unless absolutely necessary and unavoidable. I'm going to Mzulft, which is South-East of Windhelm. The Synod are there and should be able to tell me more about the Staff of Magnus."

Ganir knew right away just by the name, that Mzulft was a Dwemer ruin. Most of his past targets would hide in such places. "Be careful Ciri. I will come for you if it takes too long."

The spear-length icicles were sent plummeting down from the bottom of the bridge and into the sea far below as Fiona's hooves thundered down on the stone. Her rider was in a race against time to find and reach Mzulft. The cold, bitter wind lashed at Cirilonde's face and the snow was crushed below the equine's hooves if not sent flying. They stormed down the roads and eventually up the tricky, slippery trail up to the ancient, Dwemer ruin.

Savos Aren looked out large, round window of his quarters. The shadow of the Arcane Eye embedded in the glass cast a shadow on the floor in the entry hall to his chambers. It had been a day ago that he'd watched Cirilonde's departure until she was a dot in the distance.

His hands trembled and he swallowed, overwhelmed with an age-old guilt that tore at him still. Yet, here she was, as promising as he had been. Except where he had failed, she perhaps just might succeed in spite of the odds thrown against her by doing what she could. She had all the means and reasons not too, but she was doing it.

"Come on, we're finally here! Let's not waste any more time!" said a young, enthusiastic Savos Aren.

Takes-In-Light, an older, Argonian female, peered up at the magnificent, but eerie and foreboding entrance to the ruins of Labyrinthian where the six Winterhold College students had travelled too in search of adventure, treasure and glory. "Are we truly sure this is a good idea?"

Atmah, a pretty, young Redguard waved her hand dismissively. "We'll be back at the College before anyone even knows we're gone."

Girduin, a burly Nord fellow, snorted. "You would care about that since you're the Arch-Mage's favourite!"

"Don't forget, this whole idea was Atmah's to begin with." Savos teased.

"Let's just get inside," said Hafnar, a tall, gaunt, Nord fellow. "See what's in there."

Savos Aren and his fellow students pulled at the ancient torc to open the massive, ancient stone door. They all went inside and were amazed by the tomb's entry hall. Though most had decayed, they could tell that this had once been a grand and glorious place and was no doubt a promise of the treasure they just might find here. He squeezed the hand of Elvali Veren, a fellow Dunmer sorceress he had grown most fond of in his short time at the College and she seemed to like him just as much. They would spend hours together talking about Mournhold, the city of magic. They definitely planned to visit together when time would permit them.

"I can't believe we're doing this." She grinned wide with excitement.

"Can you imagine the looks on their faces when we come back?" Savos grinned.

"You keep talking like you're sure we'll find something useful in here." Hafnar kicked the shard of an urn away, thus far not impressed.

"Enchanted weapons. Tomes of ancient knowledge. Shalidor's secrets themselves...Who knows what we could find!" Savos wouldn't let the Nord kill the buzz. This was amazing!

"And what if...What if there are things guarding this place?" Takes-In-Light wasn't necessarily scared, but she was well-informed about the potential dangers within places such as these.

"Against six, College-trained mages?" Atmah laughed. "We'll be fine!"

Savos would never forget those horrible, primal screams and cries. Nor would he ever forget any of their faces or names. One by one, all of his friends had met a terrible demise in that horrible, horrible place. Only he had survived because he kept urging them to go on, convinced it would all be worth it in the end.

Savos looked down at the ancient, Nordic and carved, steel ring in his hands. He'd ripped the grand Torc from Labyrinthian's entrance. From the very moment the Eye had been unearthed, he'd had a sense of Déjà vu. As hard as he fought to ignore it, the Eye had finally caught him off guard one night and all of his fears were confirmed. It was the same, intrusive and magical, intelligent energy he had felt when he had been in Labyrinthian so long ago...

A sudden crackle and rumble like a thundering shockwave tore him from his musings as the College's walls shook. "What in Azura's name was that?! I swear...PHINIS!" He bellowed. "If you are trying to combine multiple Atronachs into one again...!" He was halfway down when he met a distraught Mirabelle halfway.

"Savos...! It's Ancano!" she cried. "I tried to stop him and keep him away from the Eye, but he's completely lost it! We have to stop him before he-,"

They held on to the walls as not to tumble down the stone steps as the walls were shaken again, this time much harder and a bone-chilling, unnatural shriek was heard. They wasted no time and rushed down the stairs. Savos wasn't even sure how at his age, he hadn't tripped.

"What in Nirn...?! Tolfdir, what in Azura's name happened?!" Savos hurried to Tolfdir's side. The old Nord had been thrown out of the Hall of Elements by the terrible, whirling and chaotic energy of the Eye, which now blocked the entrance to the Hall of Elements.

"Are you all right, Tolfdir?" Mirabelle asked as she and Savos helped him get up. Aside from the nasty scratches and bruises on his arms and legs, he seemed to be all right. "What's going on? Where is Ancano?"

"There was no stopping him!" The poor old Nord shook, visibly upset. "He wouldn't even look at me, nor did he seem to hear me. He has completely lost it. When I got near him, the Eye...I just...He's in there. We have to stop him!"

"What in Oblivion happened?" Ganir asked. He'd come running with Brelyna, Onmund and J'Zargo in tow. They'd just been practicing warding and destruction spells when everything went haywire.

"You three." Mirabelle pointed to Onmund, J'Zargo and Brelyna. "I need you to gather all students and get them to the Hall of Countenance. For this situation, you are allowed to enter. Ganir, I need you to fetch Faralda for me and be on the lookout for Cirilonde...What are you three waiting for? GO!"

"Again, what in the blazing hells is going on?" Ganir asked again. "Is the Eye unstable or something?"

"No, it's Ancano." Mirabelle growled. "We need to figure out a way to get that ward down before it brings the whole College down on us. Go, Ganir!"

Every few minutes or so, the walls of the College would be shaken. Ganir paced back and forth, impatient and often contemplating to head back and check, but what was he going to do? He'd just have to trust that Savos, Mirabelle and Tolfdir would keep everything under control.

Winterhold's villagers, however, seemed to think otherwise and its guards and Jarl came looking. Phinis had come to Ganir's aid and summoned two most intimidating Frost Atronachs to keep them back.
"This is the final straw!" Jarl Korir snapped at Phinis. "This is my Hold and even if I have to rally Ulfric's men to do so, I will burn this damned College to the ground if any of my folks get hurt!"

"We have it under control, Jarl Korir, I-,"

"Out of my way!" Cirilonde had returned and the crowd was forced to disperse when the High Elf did not relent. She and the mare she rode raced across the bridge.

Blood from Decimius coated her robes and the realisation she'd actually killed someone had yet to set in. What else could she have done? The moment the Oculory (which she had set ablaze) registered the Eye over such a great distance, Decimius was pushed over the brink of sanity. He'd thrown the wildest accusations at her, followed by a barrage of spells. Upon returning to Winterhold, all of her fears were confirmed because there was no mistaking. The energy waves she'd sensed emanated from Winterhold and got stronger the closer she got. But that had not been the only source…

She threw the doors to the Hall of Elements open and was greeted by the sight of Savos Aren and Mirabelle Ervine who struggled against the same energy she had seen when Tolfdir and she had first found the orb.

"Just what is he doing in there? How is Ancano even doing this?" Mirabelle was shoved away by the barrier the moment she got too close.

"I don't care what it is. I want it down. NOW!" Savos' snarled. He turned to Cirilonde and nodded at her. "It's good to see you back. Assist us. If we pressure this barrier enough, we should be able to get it down. I will get to the bottom of this. I assure you!"

Cirilonde joined the Arch-Mage and Master Wizard. Their combined forces blasted down on the barrier with frost, flame and shock. Just when they thought it was futile, the barrier gave. It had taken almost all of their strength and willpower.

They ran into the Hall of Elements and saw that Ancano indeed had been tampering with the Eye. Except, it hadn't gone as they had suspected. The Eye had turned on him in a moment's weakness and took possession of him. "Ancano!" Savos bellowed. A wicked, jagged crackle of lightning bound the Thalmor to the Eye. The Arch Mage didn't notice right away that the Thalmor had been struggling to break free to no avail. "I command you to stop this at once!"

Savos said something else and reached out to Ancano, but a terrible, ear-piercing shriek deafened them and the Eye opened to show its true, wicked nature. A bright, white light filled the entire room and all of them were blown away by a new, thunderous blast of energy.

Cirilonde groaned and was disoriented. She had been flung against the wall and then fell to the ground. She felt the blood seep from her nose and there was a nasty deep cut in her cheek. Aching, she slowly lift herself off the floor and looked at Mirabelle, who sat slumped, but alive against a nearby pillar. She had taken quite a blow as well. "Thank the Divines you're alive." The Master Wizard sighed with relief. "Can you get up?"

"I...I can." Cirilonde crawled to her knees. "What happened?"

"I don't know...Ancano is doing something with that...that thing. The Eye..." Mirabelle suddenly only now seemed to come too her senses. "We can't stop him!" She looked around in panic. "Savos! Where is Savos? SAVOS!"

Cirilonde looked at the obliterated College entry doors. Ganir came running in. He looked furious with his face set in a snarl and his eyes seemed ablaze in its glow. "Ancano, you n'chow Thalmor s'wit!" He roared. "Ciri? Ciri?! Where are you?!"

"I'm here...Where is the Arch-Mage? Have you seen him?" A chill ran down Cirilonde's spine when the Dark Elf's expression grew dark.

"He's dead..." He replied. "I saw it happen. He flew through the door and was slammed into the statue."

They didn't even get a chance to grief because Phinis also came running into the Hall of the Elements. "Mirabelle, we have a huge problem. The village of Winterhold...I don't know what happened, but it's been run over by...by anomalies of some sort!"

"Take care of it then!" Mirabelle snapped. She groaned and shook her head. "This is hopeless...We're doomed."

"We're not!" Cirilonde snapped. "I know where I can find the Staff of Magnus. It's in Labyrinthian. I came back here before rushing into anything."

"Labyrinthian, huh?" Mirabelle frantically sought for it in the pockets of her robes. Surely, she hadn't lost it? No, there it was. Her fingers wrapped around the ancient, steel ring. "Savos gave this to me. Said to give it to you in case something happened...I...I think he knew..." Tears ran down Mirabelle's cheeks. Oh Savos, you sweet, old fool!

Cirilonde took the ring from Mirabelle, not sure of its use but she was sure she'd figure it out. The Arch Mage knew what he'd been doing. "There's no time to waste." she said to Ganir. "We have to leave immediately and get that staff before that Eye destroys us all."

"Before Ancano destroys us all." Ganir spat. His red eyes bore holes into Ancano's being. The High Elf's silhouette was a blur because of the teal storm of energy that surrounded him. As Ganir and Cirilonde stormed out of Winterhold on horseback once more, they saw how Faralda, Phinis, Drevis and Tolfdir took care of the magical anomalies that the Eye had summoned into being. Ganir and Cirilonde were forced to duck for cover as the anomalies gave chase, but they made their escape thanks to the College teachers and were off to Labyrinthian, which was South-East of Morthal.