a research organization, ends up as planetary ruler, a question I've been asking for a while now.

Proving its efficacy could change the face of war forever.

But if I keep thinking about it constantly, I'll metamorphose into an angel!

The human body cannot withstand the speed of transformation.

His family was slaughtered by a demon, and the surviving younger sister has turned into one.

It was drastic enough to make Knuckle, who thought he had come prepared, instantly switch from an offensive stance to an evasive one. This manifestation of evil clearly meant only to destroy.

How could I complain when I went from Sabjorn's lackey to one of the wealthiest merchants in Whiterun in no time at all?

Well, well. Look at you. The Nords have turned you into an animal. A wild beast caged up and left to go mad.

Well, well. Look at you. Your kinsmen have turned you into an animal, Nord. A wild beast caged up and left to go mad.

The gods are watching. The spirits of our ancestors are stirring. And men under suns yet to dawn will be transformed by what we do here today.