Sabine sprung up standing and staggered away when Hal-Neesa discorporated in front of her eyes. So many moments beyond the realms of assumed reality had passed that she felt she was no longer on Nirn. Lunise stepped forward to support Sabine and gently pull her back two paces.

"Prepare yourself," Lunise murmured. Sabine could feel magic still held in Lunise's arms. The much taller woman did not let a single movement escape her eyes. She believed that Neesa would turn the fight into a brawl at any moment.

Molag Bal's voice made the entire scene freeze once more.

The pack was no more enthused with Neesa and her cult joining their invasion, let alone Molag Bal's own daedric underlings. The practical benefits of the arrangement were lost to the fear and tension left over from the previous life-and-death situation they found themselves in.

Janius snapped back into awareness the earliest. He looked at Kaleeth through his lowered visor and nudged her arm. He nodded to the altar. Wasting Molag Bal's time would not favour them.

Meanwhile, Lunise let Sabine go and walked closer to Meesei. "Is this something we have a choice in?" she asked quietly enough to only refer to Meesei.