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[Aeloth Nazduin]

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All around Admoreth, the traces of Oblivion seemed to have vanished into the dust and decay that was the shadowed corner of Malas. Former soldiers and scholars who contained the very essence of entropy scattered like bats in the sunlight to the farthest corners, leaving the weakened lich lord to his private, abhorrent tomb that was the grove of Charnel Hill.

Atop Charnel Hill the Ebon Skull sat on it's altar, much of it's radiant power now absent. Admoreth clutched it's sides tightly, and took it to the Chamber of the Ancients. Once inside the chamber, Admoreth sat the skull on his throne. He gazed into it, but felt nothing gaze back.

"Oblivion, why have you forsaken us? We've done nothing short of do all things in your name, all blood spilled is spilled only for you." Admoreth whispered nervously to the skull. The Skull gave no reaction, and Admoreth began to worry. "Have we not served you sufficientlly?" Admoreth gripped the skull with a hiss, gazing into it's empty eye sockets with an unfathomable fury. "We have served you, do not forsake the lich lord!" Admoreth screamed as he hurled the Ebon Skull against the stone wall of the chamber, leaving the ebon skull left unmarked from the collision. Admoreth stormed out of the chamber, and went to the Well of Souls within the Umbran borders.

Admoreth was more than exasperated once inside the Well of Souls which was comprised of the same energy it always had. The walls teemed with voices of those who have long since passed on to Oblivion, and the voices seemed to have a great disgust for the lich lord. Admoreth could feel formless tendrils coming from the walls, gripping at his skeletal frame. The Well began to tremble violently, and Admoreth could feel something leaving his body. A malevolent laughter pounded against Admoreth's skull, and the well began to shake even more violently. In the center of the four flames of the well, a fifth flame sparked and erupted into an inferno of spirits, knocking Admoreth to the floor.

Admoreth regained consciousness some time later, but he could feel something was missing. Perhaps not missing, but gained. He looked to the floor and he saw something most confusing. He saw himself, a skeletal frame draped in a dark robe, holding a staff of bone. He reached out to touch it, and was shocked by the sight of his hand.

"...Flesh?" He asked himself, entranced by his old form renewed. "Impossible, absolutely impossible. The well is playing tricks on me." His eyes swelled in fear at his words. "...Me? I haven't used that word in ages. Not since before Nizar spoke through the ebon skull... to me..." Admoreth kneeld to grip his staff, but his hand passed through it. "Come now, to your senses. Flesh or not, you can grab it fool." He thought to himself as he tried again, and failed. He stood to walk closer, but he wasn't walking. He was floating, light as a feather. "..Do I retain any physical form?" Admoreth asked himself, looking down at himself. He was draped in a white robe, a robe which seemed void of all matter. "..But why, Oblivion?"

Admoreth turned to leave the Well of Souls, and saw Umbra as he had never seen it before. The streets were engulfed in a thick, violet fog. The flesh of the citizens seemed to be either dried or falling off, and the city as a whole was in a complete panic. Floating about the streets, he made his way to Charnel Hill. Much of it remained as it was, but the temple seemed to have been masacred. "...Oblivion's will was to destroy the temple? Or was it the blast at the Well of Souls?" Admoreth took a gaze at the landscaped enshrouded with violet fog, a deep fear overcoming him.

"What has happenned..?"