I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The battlefield filled with more tension as Eccar's heart start to pound harder in his chest.

Krevak still have his hateful grin and his bloodied face twisted with malice and bloodlust, was a haunting image. Despite the devastation Eccar had inflicted Krevak stared back at him with a relentless, almost otherworldly determination.

Eccar clenched his fists, his mind racing. Explore more stories at empire

"Krevak knows what I am. But is it just him? Or do they all know?"

The revelation churned uneasily in his thoughts. Krevak knew about the Dragonborn — and this "gods" Krevak spoke of is concerning. But who was this god, and what connection did they have to his kind? And how did he come here and meet him? Is this all planned or just part of a fate?

His instincts screamed that the answers lay before him. He needed to extract them from Krevak.

Taking a steady step forward, Eccar moved closer with expression guarded but resolute.

"Tell me," he said, "if you think I'll let this go, you're wrong. Tell me — "

Before he could finish, a wave of golden energy erupted from Krevak, the shockwave hitting Eccar with brutal force and hurling him backward.

Eccar skidded across the shattered ground, bracing himself against the surge of energy.

By the time he steadied himself, Krevak was already on his feet. His face that was gruesomely wounded moments ago, was healing, the golden energy knitting flesh and bone back together, though slowly.

Krevak's snarl deepened, his voice now layered with an unnatural resonance, as if something — or someone — spoke through him.

"

Dragonborn! I will kill you!

" Krevak roared, his tone alien, cold, and seething with fury.

Eccar's eyes widened as Krevak dashed toward him, his right hand igniting with searing golden flames. Then from the fire, a sword materialized, blazing with such intense heat and energy that the air shimmered around it.

Eccar's instincts screamed louder than ever. That weapon was more than dangerous, it was destruction itself forged into a blade. One misstep, and it could probably end badly for him.

Eccar gritting his teeth and let out a low growl and activated his full Dragon Scale. His molten-black armor cracked and expanded, revealing dark brown scales underneath that glimmered like stone under firelight. The protective layer enveloped him completely, his form now resembling a living fortress of scales and armor.

The two of them clashed once more, Krevak's fiery blade meeting Eccar's hardened fists in an explosion of energy. Sparks flew as molten scales and golden flames collided, each strike resounding like thunder across the battlefield. More than before.

Krevak's attacks were more relentless than ever, his movements infused with a fury that seemed beyond mortal comprehension.

Eccar still countered with measured precision, each block and counterstrike aimed to minimize the reach of the golden blade. With this scale finally activated, Eccar don't need to worry because he feel that thi golden fire can not penetrate his scales.

But even as he fought, questions gnawed at the edges of his mind.

"Who is this god? What do they want with me, or my kind? And are they know about Erend's presence? This looks like something that Erend needs to know."

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Inside the Mine.

The resistance forces pressed deeper into the mine after killing a lot of invaders guarding. Their every step illuminated by the flickering glow of Magic and the sparking remains of the invaders' machinery.

Explosions echoed behind them, marking their trail of destruction as the massive drills and conveyors were torn apart. They are relentless and filled with bloodlust after hundred of years of invasion.

Commander Varok led the charge, his blade gleaming with enchantments as it cut through the last line of defenders. Beside him, Brogar's massive hammer swung with crushing force, the sound of shattering armor and bone echoing through the tunnels.

"Push forward!" Varok bellowed. "We're almost there!"

Renna, positioned at the rear, worked with the engineers to set the final charges, her hands steady despite the chaos.

Then, the resistance soldiers burst into the mine's deepest chamber, their boots skidding to a halt as they beheld the sight before them.

Gasps filled the air, and even Varok as a warrior who had been hardened by years of battle, froze in stunned silence.

In the center of the chamber, illuminated by an eerie blue glow, stood a massive humanoid skeleton. The remains were easily ten meters tall, its shimmering bones pulsating like living crystal.

"What… is that?" one soldier whispered, his voice trembling.

Renna stepped forward, her breath catching as she studied the radiant skeleton.

"It's not natural mineral of this mountain," she said, her voice tight with awe and fear. "No creature like this should exist. Not here."

Varok's grip on his sword tightened.

"It's not just a skeleton," he said, his tone grave. "Look at the runes on the bones. They're… alive."

The shimmering bones were etched with intricate runes, their patterns glowing faintly as if breathing with a life of their own.

Before anyone could respond, the comms crackled again.

"Commander Varok! The reinforcements—they're almost on us! You need to retreat now!"

Varok's jaw clenched as he stared at the glowing skeleton. "This is what they were protecting," he said, his voice dark with realization. "This is why they fought so hard."

Brogar stepped up beside him, his hammer resting on his shoulder. "What do we do, Commander? Destroy it?"

Varok hesitated, his instincts screaming that this was far more significant than they had anticipated. Finally, he turned to Renna.

"Get the engineers ready to document this thing," he ordered. "We might not get another chance."

"But the reinforcements—" Renna began.

"Then we hold them off until we're done here!" Varok snapped. "This skeleton might be the key to understanding what we're dealing with. If this thing is buried without our knowledge in our world… then maybe this invasion is happening for another reason than just resources of our world."

As the soldiers prepared for the coming assault, the skeleton seemed to pulse brighter, its runes glowing with a faint, ominous rhythm, like the beat of an ancient, slumbering heart.

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