Thurrahui held his father's hand "Thurrahui, Krehaanjoore, Zahkriisedovah, Mulaanmal, Malbotoor, and Boviingui, please, come closer." He said softly. He breathed in through his nose, "It has been over 2,000 years since I slayed Alduin, and I am happy to know that my line lives on through you and all of your siblings in the military. I thank the six of you for staying by my side in the last of my days." he wheezed, "Soon I shall go to the hunting grounds... Thurrahui, you are the most powerful of your siblings, while you may not need this the most... It will be most effective with you..." He chuckled, "I spent many years researching the shout to do this..." He leaned in to Thurrahui and whispered in his ear, "Ofan-Se-Thu'um." as he breathed his last breath, Thurrahui felt himself imbued with great power, his Thu'um gaining nearly twice it's power.
Thus the last Dovahkiin died, leaving behind few who had a Thu'um, and hundreds of half altmer sons.
Thurrahui roared, the house falling apart to dust.