The Mage Emerson was in the Tower casting a great spell. "Come to our aid great Magnus. . . Cometh to our aid, we conjur you, we beseech thee for aid! Your hallowed time of condescension is now!" Emerson's apprentice and other students continued to chant. "We summon Magnus. . . We summon Magnus." A drop of sweat fell from Magnus'es face. . . this had better work. The instructions in the most ancient of magical tomes, written by Magnus himself described the way to save the world from Alduin if he came to devour the souls of the living and the dead. "El Nidrzzbar elneth dramakis drokalamar zonrack!" The tower shook somewhat violently but then safely stopped. Suddenly a roaring in the sky was heard, and a strange blue object began to materialize in the Summoning Chamber.
What would come fort from the Summoning chamber with the other wizards? Could it be Magnus, who left the world so long ago and sought the defeat of the great Dovahkiin?