True World-Eater

"Y-Ysgramor!?"

"Aye, now pick your jaw up, we have a fight to win." the large Nord grouses.

Surtr nods but takes a glance at the others who'd gathered. The first that catches his eye is three ancient heroes that'd previously fought Alduin and ended up sending him into the future. They knew Dragonrend so they would be very valuable in the fight.

Next is Jurgen Windcaller, founder of the Greybeards. The man was dressed in the familiar mon robes and held no visible weapons, probably content with the might of voice alone.

He noticed some Harbingers from the Companions, some Arch-Mages of the College of Winterhold... Surtr didn't know most of the people who'd gathered before him, he was thankful for their help however, even if they only assist in fear of his failure.

With that Surtr marches out of Shor's Hall with an army of heroes at his back, his living army cheering when they spot him.

"By gods! Ysgramor!" Kodlak and a few other Companions quickly drop to their knees at the sight of the man, a similar yet less intense event occurring amidst the College Mages. Some people even got to greet their ancestors and grandfathers.

*ROOOOOOAAAAARRR!*

A long roar echoes from the mist, and Surtr could tell that Paarthurnax had fallen by the lack of response. "TO BATTLE! LET US END THIS WORM!"

"Come! Use your voice to clear the mist!" Jurgen shouts, prompting everyone who can use the Thu'um to step forward. """"LOK VAH KOOR!!!!""""

Instantly the mist is washed away, clearing all of it from existence and allowing everyone to spot Alduin standing proudly atop a hill, next to him the skeletal corpse of Paarthurnax lay, his soul stolen by the World-Eater.

Alduin looked far different than what Surtr had seen before however... He was two or three times larger, with large cracks visible in his scales that glowed with untapped power, the air around him vibrated and rippled as if the air itself was fearful to be in his presence.

The World-Eater's molten red eyes turn towards them, he stands upright and spreads his wings wide as the sky begins literally spinning, clouds manifesting and swirling.

"DAAR LOS FAAL OBLAAN DOVAHKIIN! LOK YOL MAH!" (THIS IS THE END DRAGONBORN!) the World-Eater roars, and meteors, far larger than the ones he'd unleashed on the Throat of the World begin falling.

"GODS! TAKE COVER!" Kodlak shouts as the many mages, dead and alive, begin creating shields to defend against the attack from the sky, only for Alduin to follow up with another shout.

"GOL MOTAAD SULEYK!!"

*GRRRrRrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrRRRRRRRRRRR!!!*

The world rumbles as the earth splits and ruptures, the hills and lands around Sovngarde angrily shaking and throwing many clear off of their feet. A few unfortunate souls simple plummet to their deaths as a huge crack in the ground forms and swallow them, forcing everyone near it to retreat.

"LEIN VEN LUV!!!"

As if the earthquake wasn't enough, tornados begin forming and sucking everything near them up into the sky before violenting throwing them back to earth. The mages were working overtime to stop the most glaring problems, but their efforts weren't enough as people get picked off one by one by the cataclysms... And they hadn't even gotten close to Alduin yet!

"ATTACK! THERE'S NO DEFENDING AGAINST THIS! JOOR ZAH FRUL!"

"""JOOR ZAH FRUL!""" many more people join him in using Dragonrend, the blue ripples shoot directly towards the dragon, but just as Alduin is about to dodge Jurgen Windcaller steps in. "GOLT GEVILD VOZAHLAAS!"

Powerful roots and arms made of earth shoot up from the ground and grab Alduin, winding around his wings, legs, and tail to hold him in place, allowing the mortality shouts to connect and cripple the dragon.

"NII TRUN NI! ZU'U LOST NAHMUL DAAR! JOOR VIS NI GEVILD ZEY!" (IT MATTERS NOT! I HAVE OVERCOME THIS! MORTAL CAN NOT HOLD ME!!!) the World-Eater roars as he flaps his wings, forcing off the blue lights sticking to it, causing a cracking sound akin to breaking glass to sound out. Then, Alduin takes to the sky, flying over the army.

"HE BROKE DRAGONREND!? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!?" Hakon One-Eye, one of the three heroes fearfully exclaims.

"He has grown too powerful!" Felldir the Old shouts back, "PREPARE YOURSELVES! HE COMES!"

"Damn lizard! Someone take it to ground so I can hit it!" Ysgramor angrily says as he readies his shield.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

*THWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!*

Alduin breathes fire down at the army, breaking through most of the erected magical shields and incinerating everyone who isn't behind someone who can use the Thu'um to combat it. Surtr, with the other ancient heroes use their own Fire Breath shouts to force Alduin's back, but it's a hard-fought battle which ends with countless deaths regardless.

"There must be something we can do, surely!?" Surtr asks in a slight panic, realising that even with all these heroes there was a high chance of failure.

"There is! Follow my words! Hear it within yourself, focus on bringing Alduin down to face us as equals!" Jurgen Windcaller exclaims as he starts his shout, "JOOR DUR DOVAH! MAH RONIT KOS!"

Everyone near him screams those words up at Alduin, even if they couldn't actually use the Thu'um, so fearful they were for their lives that even a chance of assisting was better than nothing.

The explosive words fire a huge rippled up into the sky as it seemingly homes in on Alduin, the dragon tries to escape it with some mid-air maneuvres but is eventually caught in the back.

A golden glow overtakes Alduin, unlike the blue that comprised the usual Dragonrend shout. Then, Alduin drops like a rock, directly towards the floor like a lightning bolt thrown by zeus.

*CRAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHH!!!!!*

"HE'S DOWN! KILL HIM! TAKE HIS COWARDLY HEAD AND STRIP HIS SCALES! THE WORLD-EATER FALLS TODAY!" Surtr roars before sprinting over towards the downed dragon.