This was hardly the first time Wesa Ra had been disappointed by the rumors of necromancers, and if he was correct, it wouldn’t be the last. This goose chase had been going on for centuries, there was no reason to assume it would end here.
The Argonian knew this would probably just be yet another unsubstantiated rumor or one of many other undead creatures that roam Tamriel, but he had to at least check on it. Two immortal beings were bound to run into each other again at some point, right?
After a small period of time of wandering through the crypt, all Wesa Ra found was the smell of decay and a few rocks that looked vaguely interesting.
Sighing, the Argonian decided to just go all out- there didn’t seem to be any actual threats down here, and after a few hundred years dungeon delving just seemed boring.
He held up his hand and opened his palm to ready a destructive blast.
“If anyone is in here, I’d recommend avoiding debris.” Wesa shouted before unleashed the blast at the nearby wall, creating a blinding flash of fire and a deafening explosion.