I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Krevak stumbled through the dimly lit corridor with one hand clutching his head as if trying to keep it from splitting apart. His steps were uneven and his movement seemed to send waves of agony coursing through his body.

His breaths came in ragged gasps and his golden-tinted armor that once pristine now bore scuff marks and faint cracks. Just after a headbutt.

"This… shouldn't… be possible…" he muttered. The searing pain wasn't just physical, it tore at his essence and digging into the core of his being. His soul.

The Dragonborn's power wasn't supposed to affect him this deeply, not when he was fortified by the gods and when that Dragomborn is restrained by the chains. Yet Eccar's headbutt had struck more than his skull. It had shaken something deeper.

A pair of soldiers patrolling the corridor stopped in their tracks as they saw Krevak stumbling toward them. Their eyes widened in disbelief. Krevak, one of their high lord, was always a figure of inredible strength. To see him in this state was unthinkable for them.

"Sir! Are you—" one of the soldiers began, stepping forward to steady him.

"Silence," Krevak growled, his voice weak but still carrying a hint of strength and authority. "Just… get me to my room."

The soldiers exchanged a quick glance but obeyed without question. They moved to his side, carefully supporting him as he struggled to stay upright. His weight leaned heavily on them and his usual imposing demeanor reduced to a vulnerabel being.

As they helped him down the corridor, whispers began to spread among the other guards stationed nearby.

"Is that… Lord Krevak?"

"What happened to him?"

"I've never seen him like this before."

The soldiers escorting him said nothing but they couldn't help their own thoughts from swirling. Whatever had caused this must have been extraordinary and terrifying.

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When they finally reached Krevak's quarters, the soldiers pushed open the door and guided him inside. As soon as he was through, Krevak waved them off with a sharp gesture.

"Leave," he commanded.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

They hesitated, their concern evident.

"Sir, should we call for—"

"LEAVE!" Krevak barked, his voice filled with anger.

The soldiers recoiled, quickly bowing their heads before retreating and closing the door behind them.

In the silence that followed, they exchanged uneasy glances.

"What do you think did that to him?" one of them asked.

"The prisoner," the other replied grimly. "It has to be."

"Prisoner? Do you mean the one he brought from the Rift?"

The first soldier nodded. "Whoever it is, they must be stronger than we thought. Strong enough to shake Lord Krevak like that."

Inside the room, Krevak staggered forward, his boots catching on scattered objects — a chair, a discarded piece of armor — sending them clattering to the floor. His vision blurred with each step and his head pounded like a drum. The residual effects of Eccar's attack refusing to subside.

"This can't… this shouldn't…" he rasped, collapsing onto his knees before a small altar in the corner of the room.

His trembling hand reached out and brushed over the surface, scattering the dust to reveal a golden crystal embedded in the center.

His lips curled into a snarl as he gripped the crystal, his fingers digging into it with desperate feeling.

"You won't… win," he hissed, though it wasn't clear whether he was speaking to Eccar or not.

With a grunt of effort, Krevak raised the crystal and slammed it into his chest. The sharp tip pierced through his armor and into his flesh and his heart, sending a wave of golden energy cascading through his body.

The pain evaporated almost instantly, replaced by an unnatural warmth that seeped into his veins. His breathing steadied and the trembling in his limbs subsided.

The golden light flared briefly from the crystal before dimming, leaving a faint glow beneath his skin.

Krevak leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed as he absorbed the relief. But even as the pain faded, a deep unease settled over him.

"He's more dangerous than we thought," he muttered to himself. "If he can fight back like this while chained, what will happen if he's free?"

For the first time in years, Krevak felt a twinge of fear. And it wasn't just for himself.

Krevak sat in with his mind churning and the faint glow of the golden crystal fading from his chest. His physical pain had eased but his mind filled with unease. The sheer force of the Dragonborn's retaliation had shaken him more than he cared to admit.

"He's dangerous,"

Krevak thought to himself, his hands clenching into fists.

"Far more dangerous than I imagined."

But before he could process further, a familiar sensation that made the air feel heavy and charged was coming. Krevak sighed.

"Here we go..."

The pressure intensified for a moment before releasing abruptly and five shimmering holographic figures materialized in front of him. Their forms flickered with hues that reflected their respective domains: crimson, silver, green, dark blue, and void-like shadows.

Each figure exuded an aura of power and their faces confused as they look at Krevak's disheveled and clear weakened state.

"What happened to you, Krevak?" the silver figure asked, with sharp voice. "You look pathetic."

The crimson figure let out a derisive snort. "Did the mighty Krevak trip over his own feet? Or did a mere chained beast beat you up?"

Krevak's jaw tightened, but he refused to rise to the bait. He knew better than to waste energy on their taunts. Still, the crimson figure's mockery stung, feeding his already simmering frustration.

"Enough," the green figure interjected, their voice calm but firm. "This is no time for jokes. Krevak, what happened? You look like you've been through something."

The others grew silent, their mocking expressions shifting to ones of mild concern or curiosity. All eyes fixed on Krevak as they waited for an explanation.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze steady. "It's the Dragonborn."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Even the most arrogant of the five figures seemed momentarily stunned. The crimson figure's mocking demeanor melted away, replaced by a grim seriousness.

"The Dragonborn?" the void-like shadow echoed. "Are you saying that

he

is the cause of your current state? While he is chained?"

"Yes," Krevak admitted. "He's still stronger than I anticipated. Even chained and at a disadvantage, he managed to wound me with physical wound and beyond. His strength isn't just raw power; it's something deeper. Something primal."

The dark blue figure stepped forward slightly, their tone skeptical. "Are you saying the Dragonborn is stronger than you? You were tasked with breaking him, Krevak. And now you become like this?"

"I underestimated him," Krevak said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "But this isn't just about me. If we're to succeed, we need to reevaluate our approach. He's more dangerous than any of us gave him credit for. You can try for yourself if you all want."

The holographic figures exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from concern to irritation. The void-like shadow lingered silently for a moment before speaking.

"If the Dragonborn is as strong as you claim even in this state, then our plans could be in jeopardy. We cannot afford any missteps and we need to be more careful."

"I know," Krevak replied. "That's why I'm warning you now. We have to be careful. He may hold the key to our success or our doom."

The room fell silent again. The weight of their collective understanding settling over them. Finally, the silver figure spoke, their voice cold and sharp.

"Then we must act quickly with our plan. Before the Dragonborn become more threat beyond our control."

Krevak nodded.

The five holograms flickered briefly before vanishing, leaving Krevak alone in the chamber. He exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping as exhaustion overtook him.

His body felt heavier with every step he took to his chamber's resting platform. He collapsing onto I and closed his eyes Rest. For now, that was all he could do.

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Meanwhile, Eccar sat motionless. The chains coiled around his body pulsed with a brighter glow. He closed his eyes and reached out with his mind. The familiar thread of connection stretched across space.

"Erend,"

Eccar's voice echoed in Erend's thoughts.

Erend who was sitting calmly inside the war room straightened abruptly.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine,"

Eccar replied.

"Just a little roughed up. Six gods just decided to take turns beating me up. Each of them wielded different power. It was intense but its not a big problem."

Erend's fists clenched.

"Six gods? What were they like? Are you sure you're alright? Do I need to come there now?"

"I appreciate the concern, brother, but not yet. We need to bide our time. If you come now they will become tense and wary. I can endure this."

Erend hesitated.

"Alright. But tell me everything. What did you see?"

"Each of them embodied an element. The crimson one moved with fire. The silver one have sharp and cold attack. I'm not sure what it is. Then there was one wrapped in green energy with vines. The dark blue one.. I don't remember. The golden one burned like the sun. And the last one look like shadow. A void of nothingness. Maybe the last one is the strongest among them."

Erend remained silent for a moment, digesting the information. Then he said,

"Alright. But don't push yourself too hard."

"I know,"

Eccar replied.

"Stay ready, Erend. The fight is coming."

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