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After wading through a horde of draugr, skeletons and other undead, it's time for a rest.

Potema made her speeches, revived her minions and followers, and for what? To be sent back to the depths of the afterlife by the silver edged axe blade of very warrior that unknowingly released her.

Now the trial is over, Ylva takes a moment to reflect and recover, but after taking a seat she finds exhaustion taking hold of her, and decides she's fought enough that day, slipping into a restful sleep in the former queen's own throne.

As she slips from the waking world, the warrior thought she could hear the faint howl of a wolf on the breeze flowing through the chamber.

"Pipe down already, you lost..."