I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The grand hall of the resistance's homeland was quiet now. Erend still stood near one of the blue bones but his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Varok, Kael, and Elena remained nearby with expressions varying between impatience and contemplation.

The rest of the division leaders had dispersed hours ago, each attending to their own tasks while Erend lingered and the three, waiting for something Erend will receive.

Suddenly, Erend stiffened. A faint sensation coursed through him. Eccar's voice echoed in his mind.

"Erend, I think this Krevak is taking me somewhere. I think it's their real world. The invaders' home base."

Erend's jaw tightened, his heart quickening as he processed the message. He closed his eyes briefly, focusing on the link to send his reply.

"Understood. Be careful, Eccar. Don't take unnecessary risks. I'll come when the time is right."

The telepathy quieted and Erend exhaled slowly. If Eccar was being taken to the invaders' home base, this could be their chance to uncover the truth about their enemies — and their so-called gods.

Erend then turned and walked toward the center of the hall where Varok, Kael, and Elena sat in a loose circle. They noticed his approach immediately and their postures shifting.

"You've got that look, my Lord," he said. "What's happened?"

"More news from Lord Eccar?"

"You've been waiting here for hours, sorry about that. But it seems your patience paid off," Erend said.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Erend stopped in front of them, and said, "Eccar just sent word. Krevak is taking him to what they call the gods' world. But he's convinced that It's also the invaders' true world, their home base."

Varok straightened, his lips pressing into a hard line. "The invaders' world…" He exchanged a glance with Kael and Elena, not sure what to say.

Kael's brow furrowed, his tone skeptical. "And what's their plan for Lord Eccar?"

"I don't really know anything for now," Erend said.

Elena's expression darkened, her arms tightening across her chest. "Lord Eccar's could be in more danger than we thought."

"He's aware of the risks. He's letting them take him to learn more. But we need to be ready to act when the moment comes."

Varok stood. "What's the plan, then?"

Erend's gaze swept across the three of them, his determination palpable. "We prepare for possibilities. We gather everything we can about their movements and their home world. And maybe… we're going to infiltrate their world."

Erend's words sounds so grim in their mind. But they knew that it was eventually inevitable.

Varok nodded. "We'll coordinate with the division leaders."

Erend allowed a faint smile to break through his seriousness. "Good. Then let's get to work."

Even though they seemed ready, their body language say different things about them. Erend caught the fleeting hesitation in Varok's sharp gaze, the slight furrow in Kael's brow, and the way Elena's arms tightened defensively across her chest.

Their faces carried a shadow of fear. The thought of venturing into the heart of the invaders' world — against an enemy that had terrorized them for centuries — was enough to make them down.

"I see it," he said softly, his voice carrying understanding. "I see the fear in your eyes. And I don't blame you for it. We're talking about entering the enemy's domain which is a place we know nothing about and filled with dangers. But listen to me."

His tone grew firmer.

"You don't need to worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise that as long as I'm here, as long as Eccar and I stand as Dragonborn, we'll protect you. We'll protect everyone. You're not alone in this fight."

The weight in the room shifted. Varok's shoulders relaxed slightly. Kael exhaled slowly, his hand falling away from the hilt of his sword. Elena's defensive posture eased, and for the first time since the conversation began, the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the corner of her lips.

"Thank you, my Lord," Varok rumbled.

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Kael nodded, his sharp eyes meeting Erend's. "We're with you."

Erend allowed a small smile to touch his lips.

"I know we can do this," Erend said.

The three of them felt the weight in their hearts lift a little. It wasn't gone completely, but it was manageable now. The knowledge that Erend and Eccar — Dragonborn whose strength had already turned the tide of countless battles — stood with them provided a sliver of hope amidst the uncertainty.

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Eccar's journey to the invaders' homeworld was pretty fast and uneventful. He was now encased within a containment sphere of shimmering energy inside the metal box and still chained. He felt no sense of motion, no passage of time. Only stillness.

Outside the metal walls of his prison, Eccar could sense faint arcs of energy crackled as the portal carried him across dimensions with the aircraft. The sensation was disorienting, just like always when he was stepping into portal to another world.

The journey took only a few hours but it felt like so long to Eccar. When the airfract finally slowed, a soft hum vibrated through the air signaling their arrival.

Though he couldn't see his surroundings, he could hear the faint echoes of machinery like a heartbeat for this world.

Eccar didn't move. He knew better than to waste his energy. Instead, he just waited.

Hours passed, the monotony broken only by the rhythmic hum of the machine outside of his box.

Finally, the hum around him shifted, signaling that something was happening. A soft hiss echoed as the containment metal box he was in disengaged, the energy dissolving into faint sparks.

As the metal metallic doors slid open, a burst of sterile white light flooded his vision. He blinking against its intensity. When his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a vast hall, its walls and ceiling gleaming with a cold, reflective surface of metal.

The space was enormous. Intricate patterns of glowing cables veins ran along the walls, pulsing faintly like artificial lifeblood. On the top of his head, a series of domed lights bathed the room. The air was cool and smelled faintly of ozone.

And yet, for all its grandeur, the hall was eerily silent. Its empty, save for one figure.

Krevak stood at the far end of the room, his tall, imposing form framed by an array of metallic arches and towering consoles. His armor gleamed under the harsh light.

"Well, Dragonborn," Krevak said. "Welcome to our world. Quite different from your primitive lands, isn't it?"

Eccar straightened, his expression impassive as his gaze swept over the room. "I've seen many wonders in my time. Your world is boring. I can only see metals."

Krevak chuckled humorlessly. "There's nothing more you need to see in our world, Dragonborn. This is the result of progress, of strength, and of a will to conquer. Something that we developed to find the Dragonborn like you for hundred of years. Who ever think that you will come to us by yourself?"

Eccar's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Alright, then. Lets get into the point. Why you need to bring me here?"

Krevak's smiles and slash his hand. "You'll find out soon enough. For now, you're my guest. And guests should behave."

The air in the grand hall suddenly grew heavy as though an unseen force had settled over it.

Krevak's smirk widened, his hand still extended and a shallow cut dripping blood onto the metallic floor. The blood didn't pool as expected. Instead, it shimmered then igniting into golden flames.

The flames flickered and danced, expanding outward in curling tendrils. Krevak began to mumble something with his low and guttural voice, weaving ancient words that resonated through the hall.

The glowing veins along the walls pulsed in time with his chant, their light dimming and brightening like a heartbeat.

Eccar frowned, something was unfolding. The air theen vibrated with energy that fet alien. His gaze darted around the room, seeking the source of the disturbance, and then he saw them.

Six shadows emerged from the golden flames with their distinct in form and hue. Their bodies half-formed and shifting.

The first was cloaked in a swirling mist of deep crimson. The second shone in silver light. A third figure pulsed with green energy. The fourth exuded a blue so dark it bordered on black. The fifth shimmered gold. While the last figure stood wreathed in shadows.

Eccar's eyes narrowed. He could feel their gazes boring into him. "

So these are the gods Krevak was so proud of. Or at least, what these invaders worship as gods."

The golden fire around Krevak flared brighter, bathing the hall in its glow. Krevak's chanting ceased, and he stood in his place. He turned to Eccar, his expression triumphant.

"Behold, Dragonborn," Krevak said, his voice echoing with a reverence. "The Six Pillars of Dominion!"

Eccar's jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. "This is your gods?" he said. "They look like ghosts to me. If what you say is true."

Krevak gritted his teeth but didn't say anything.

The shadows shifted. A hum reverberated through the hall. The golden flames around the blood surged again and Eccar could feel the energy building.

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