He is a nightmare. A living nightmare. The chief of the KoraKora.
I saw him.
Covered in yellow. Pierced with bones. So many bones.
He has a massive headdress. His eyes – they are the eyes of a Daedric priest, but with such power. A different power. A real strength.
Yellow paint. Yellow teeth. Yellow, bloodshot eyes.
The KoraKora attacked us. They press us onward, surrounding us. Forcing us to the river. We escaped once. Maybe twice.
I cannot remember anything except running. Terror. Yellow.
Gods… I can barely see. The world a fog. Can’t sleep… we must run again.
A nightmare. He is a living nightmare.