Frozencaller Tournament's Finals ( Main Story )

'... Looks like some changes occurred to my plans... In a good way...' Miraak thought seriously.

...

After the little 'problem' with the first Noble, the event continued smoothly.

No one wanted to provoke the Uncrowned King.

So, no one made any type of problem.

The pacts with the Nobles were mostly 'Non-Aggression' types.

The pacts with the Merchants were mostly 'Profit-centered' types.

And, finally, the pact with the City's Captain was a 'Cooperation' type.

As everyone was leaving, the City's Captain, Alaion, stared at the distant Miraak's group backs.

His instincts were telling him.

Miraak's group would become something unimaginable in the future.

Maybe, their group would even change the Snow Elven Empire's destiny.

...

As Miraak's group returned to the inn and entered their room, Miraak smirked as Asa and Iphislia sat on the table.

Glaring confused at him, Asa and Iphislia waited so he could explain.

They were completely clueless about the earlier Slavement Pact with the Daedra.

Just as they were about to ask Miraak what is wrong, he opened his mouth and said, "... Come out."

As he finished speaking, someone appeared next to Miraak's bed.

It was as if he was there from the beginning.

The sunshine glowed on its silk cloak as the only visible was his mouth.

Just as Asa and Iphislia took out their weapon to intercept any incoming attacks, they paralyzed, stunned.

After all, they felt it.

The mysterious person's aura... was exactly like Miraak!

It was as if two Miraaks were present in the room.

They stared stunned at the strange situation.

Just as they were about to ask Miraak again what is going on, Miraak said, "... Stop joking around and reveal yourself."

A voice, exactly like Miraak's voice, sounded back in response, "... Yes. Your Highness."

Just it finished speaking, the cloak started to disappear.

His human white skin started to become monster-like blueish skin.

His human-like mouth started to transform into a spiderish mouth.

The hood that was covering his face, turned into four spiderish eyes.

His child's stature started to change.

With six-pack abs on its stomach, perfectly tuned muscles on its arms, he had a perfect muscular human body.

With the body of a human veteran soldier, the Head of a spider, the Mimic Spider Daedra showed itself to Miraak's group.

Asa and Iphislia were stunned on the spot.

They didn't even know that such beings existed.

Although their mental age was thirty years old, they had very limited life experiences, so the situation dumbfounded them.

Tightening their weapons in the hands, they were still vigilant.

Nodding at their reaction, Miraak said, "... Let me explain."

From the Aedra and Daedra.

From the Daedric Princes to each minion.

Miraak explained Almost everything to the duo.

Although in that Era they knew about the Daedric Princes, their knowledge was very limited since no mortal explored the planes of Oblivion.

"... So... He is not hostile right?" Asa asked, just to be sure as she stared at the kneeling Deadra.

"... Think of him as our 'Cute' pet." Miraak said smirking.

Since Iphislia hated spiders to the bone, she didn't even bother to hide her hostility toward him.

Strangely enough, the Mimic Spider Daedra felt something very familiar inside Iphislia but soon forgot about it.

...

Last day of the Frozencaller Tournament and the start of the finals.

As sunshine shone on the Arena's ice walls, an extremely loud voice sounded.

"... Ladies and Gentlemen!! Welcome to the Last Day of the Frozencaller Tournament!!!" The commentator shouted smiling to the public.

"So many different people participated yet we have arrived at the FINALS!!" He continued shouting.

"For our final match!! We have the famous Butcher. Ilyana Lorathyra!!" The commentator shouted.

As the wind blew on her pure reddish dress, she appeared yet again.

Her always ice-cold cyan eyes seemed even colder that day.

Her stunning white hair danced in the air as she walked forward to the platform.

Each step she took, reddish ice-cold energy spread around her body.

Each step she took, small reddish ice spikes appeared around her footsteps.

As she finally stepped on the platform, the commentator continued shouting, "... And as her opponent!! The tournament's dark horse, Miraak!!"

With his blonde hair dancing in the air and his pure black robe blowing in the wind, Miraak appeared.

Different from the last matches, Miraak showed a fraction of his full power.

After all, he didn't want to appear strong until he finished his goals on Rifton.

With all the city in his hands now, he just didn't care anymore.

Some kind of violent, murderous pure energy of Magicka spread from Miraak like waves on the Arena.

It was so powerful that the Barrier around the platform started to tremble.

"Oh my God! What is going on?!" A noble shouted in panic seeing the barrier tremble.

Each step Miraak took, the ground trembled.

Each step he took, the barrier trembled.

Stepping on the platform, Miraak stared at Ilyana Lorathyra Aka the other Mimic Spider Daedra.

Since he finished all his plans on the city, this tournament was nothing more than wasting his time.

"... Begin." The commentator shouted, already sweating, after all, their presence alone made the barrier tremble.

Wanting to finish the match fast, Miraak sighed as he slowly raised his right arm.

It was as if Ilyana's entire being was screaming in danger.

**** danger.

Before Miraak could even finish raising his arm, Ilyana was already spreading her reddish mist all over the Arena.

Such a foolish being.

Such a useless decision.

Although all the Arena was covered in pure reddish mist and his vision was obstructed, Miraak just shook his head in boredom.

"Do you think it's that easy to escape from my grasp?" Miraak said disappointed.

Pure brown energy started to appear around his right hand as his gloves glowed in ice-cold runes.

Greater Telekinesis.

As the spell appeared, the change was instantaneous.

From the top.

From the bottom.

From the left.

From the right.

From behind.

From the front.

It didn't matter the direction, the reddish mist started to be forcefully moved.

It was as if a reddish hurricane was being summoned in the middle of the Arena.

As his blonde hair and his pure black robe danced on the reddish wind, suddenly, a shadow was forcefully grasped within his glowing gloves.

As he grasped the throat of Ilyana Lorathyra Aka the other Mimic Spider Daedra, Miraak said, clicking his tongue in annoyance, "... You should have just let me kill you at the beginning... Such a waste of time..."

Suddenly, his gloves glowed in pure white energy.

As if the world itself lost its colors, it glowed.

From the throat to its body.

From its body to its legs.

From its legs to the whole reddish blood hurricane.

All of it became ice.

Such a powerful demonstration of power made all the public dumbfounded.

Miraak, in the middle of all the frozen Platform, sighed as he closed his fists around the Mimic Daedra's throat.

Like a firework, all the ice exploded in small particles of Magicka as Miraak appeared in the middle of the Arena, unharmed and annoyed.

Seeing no sign of life other than him, the commentator shouted, "... The... The Winner!! The Winner is Miraak!!"

...

As Miraak was 'fighting' Ilyana Lorathyra, at the other side of the city.

Inside the Uncrowned King newly constructed building, 'Miraak' was sitting on the throne as Asa and Iphislia were behind him, smiling at the kneeling old elf in front of them.

With pale grey skin and white hair, an old Dwemer could be seen kneeling to the trio.