The structure forms into a low dome, with descending stairs visible.

"A subterranean temple," Ellayania explains. "A series of caverns whose connections will change over time."

"Oh, I like it. Very appropriately metaphorical."

Ellayania smiles.

"Thank you."

"I think I'll use a similar idea, when I'm redoing my Realm's architecture. The old Sheogorath had so much - obvious and exposed, and had a rather crude sense of metaphor, really. Best to get away from that."

"A clean break is better. It will help smooth the transition."

"Definitely. Would help keep people from thinking I'm the same Sheogorath in another form, too."

"I can see how that might be the logical assumption."

"Yeah. Definitely more common than apotheosis."

"Ha. Quite."

"That ever happens here - Talos was a legendary hero who became one of the Divines like six, seven hundred years ago, and there've been other mortals who made the leap - but it's pretty rare, and I haven't heard of someone stepping into someone else's position before."

"Congratulations on making history."

"Hah! Thanks, I guess."

"So, what sort of preparations remain to be done for fighting a world-eating dragon?"

"I need to contact Meridia, Daedric Prince of Infinite Energies - which I'm pretty sure is just fanciness for 'light.' And I need to maybe help my friend Lianda with getting the civil war that's ongoing in the mortal world to stop so they can focus on defending themselves against dragons, and there's some vampires trying to cause shit - I think on Molag Bal, Lord of Dominations', orders or encouragement, which's gonna distract Meridia - and Hermaeus Mora is also trying to cause distracting shit. He does, like, forbidden knowledge and stuff."

"That all sounds very exciting."

"Yeah. World never ends only one way, it seems."

"Which first?"

"Hermaeus Mora's gonna be hard to stop if he's not cut off at the root, and the - natural person to do that is rather unfortunately dead, so we'll want to move early while his foothold's still small. And, anyways, Meridia and her Champion are in a better position to handle the vampires, and there's people who're better than me at diplomacy on the civil war problem."

"Forbidden knowledge seems appropriate to me, anyway."

"Yeah. More our wheelhouse."

"Where is he to be found?"

"Trouble's in Mundus - the mortal plane - on an island called Solstheim. His actual Realm is the Oblivion plane of Apocrypha; facing him there would be - troublesome."

"Bearding a god in their den often is. You have a means of transportation?"

"Yeah. 'S hard, for most of the Daedric Princes to take physical form in the mortal world, but that's 'cause they're bad at it. I'm from that plane. It's just - a step sideways."

She holds out a hand. "Lead on, then, by all means."