As Akatosh flew through Aetherius, he turned his thoughts to his greatest champion, Ysmir.
When he had created that soul, it had only been to stop Alduin. After Talos had used his Dragonborn-Shezzarine status to become a god, he had honestly not cared what else it would do. He didn't want to deal with it.
And yet, when Magnus had shown what Ysmir did, he was impressed. The man sought power not for his own gain, but to help others. He used the strange abilities even Akatosh did not understand to help people faster. No one knew where that blasted map or storage dimension came from. Except maybe Herma-Mora, but he wasn't talking. Too embarrassed by losing a new toy to study.
Stopping Harkon and Miraak had been a surprise as well. Akatosh had thought the First Dragonbirn destroyed by the other Dragon-Priests. And the vampire had always seemed doomed to failure to the point Bal didn't care about Clan Volkihar's destruction.
And everything he did without asking for rewards, or even expecting them, showed a strange humility. It wasn't until he got children that he sought out bounties on bandit camps. He had tamed his Dovahsil in a way not even Alessia had.
He then turned his thoughts to his last interaction with Sheogorath. The Mad God had asked him to alter a copy of 'The Dragon Tree Theory' to induce a Dragon Bridge to the first person to read it through.
Theory? Bah! He had traveled himself to other worlds to see other choices made. He had stopped when a particularly irritable version of himself had attacked him. That was strange.
Feeling time bridge itself between two realities, Akatosh turned to see what unlucky soul had Sheogorath tricked.
Wait a moment. Was that Ysmir?!!!
Looking at the future, Akatosh could no longer see any outcomes with Ysmir there.
Aetherius and Oblivion would be shook that day by the rage of the Dragon of Time.
"SHEOGORATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"