"Descendant of the Augustus Family... you got one thing wrong. I have already fulfilled my promise."
That hollow eye outlined by countless chaotic, twisted lines floated in midair within the Arcane Hall. Though it had no expression or posture, every minute change it made radiated a powerful sense of mockery, even ridicule. It was as if malice that had accumulated and disguised itself for two hundred years had finally revealed its true face, carrying the scorn of no longer needing to hide.
"I only said I would help you weaken the God of War and help you create an opportunity for the final blow—I never said how much I would weaken him, nor did I say this would definitely succeed. Besides, I already created an opportunity for you just now. Unfortunately... you failed to seize it."
On the western side of Winterhold, atop the mountain peak, the clouds and mist rising from the mountain road were gradually dispersing. A huge, indistinct shadow writhed deep within the explosion cloud, and its mind-shattering howls were laced with obvious fury.
"Farewell, descendant of the Augustus Family—thank you for the strength you provided me, as well as your spiritual compromise. I will firmly remember the pleasant years we spent together..." The hollow, twisted eye trembled, its voice gradually growing distant, while its illusory form faded bit by bit in the air. "Rest assured, I will keep my promise. I will not lay a hand on another 'Augustus'... After gaining freedom, I still have many, many things to do. A tiny mortal family will soon vanish from my memory..."
At last, the twisted hollow eye disappeared completely. Every trace of its presence left this Battlefield of Gods and Men, and left Rosetta Augustus's mind as well. Just as agreed—it had gained its freedom.
Rosetta watched