I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The six avatars of the gods stood in formation before the pulsating rift, their hands rising in unison toward the gaping void. Magic filled the room and crackling like a storm ready to break. The air grew heavy as streams of glowing energy swirled around their bodies, funneling upward and into the rift. The room itself seemed to shudder under the strain.

Eccar sat in his chains and staring at the rift with a mix of confusion and unease. The whispers that had plagued him earlier were gone, replaced by an unsettling silence from the rift. All he could see was the void—a vast, empty darkness that seemed to swallow light itself.

"What am I going into?"

he clenching his fists against the chains that bound him.

The avatars still focusing their Magic energy. Slowly, the rift expanded, its jagged edges rippling like the surface of disturbed water. Hours passed and the dark void grew until it spanned an imposing ten meters in height and ten meters in width. A strange, cold wind began to flow from the rift, carrying with it an unplaceable sense of anxiety to everyone around it.

The crimson-coated man lowered his hands first, his face slick with sweat. "That's the widest we can manage," he said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

The others followed suit, their hands dropping as the Magic around their body dissipated. The room fell quiet except for the low ominous hum of the rift. They exchanged glances, silent agreements passing between them and then nodded as one.

"It's enough," Krevak rumbled. His deep voice reverberated through the chamber as he stepped toward a glowing panel embedded in the wall. With a series of deliberate taps, he issued his commands. "Bring our Food and armor quick."

Moments later, a door at the far end of the room slid open and a procession of servants entered, each carrying trays piled with food and pieces of armor. The armor gleamed in colors matching their respective wearers—gold for Krevak, silver for the sharp-featured woman, crimson for the man with the flickering embers in his coat, emerald green for the serene woman, navy blue for the quiet figure, and jet black for the cold-eyed leader.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The avatars paid the servants no heed, their focus shifting immediately to the feast before them. Plates were set on a long table that materialized from the floor and the servants retreated as quickly as they had arrived.

The avatars took their places at the table and beginning to eat their meal in silence. Their movements were quck andpurposeful. They ate like warriors who preparing for battle, consuming only what was necessary to restore their strength.

Eccar who still bound and seated on the cold floor just watched the scene unfold in front of him. His stomach growled but he was ignored as though he were no more than an object. None of them so much as glanced in his direction.

His frustration boiled beneath the surface, though he kept it hidden. Instead, he focused on the rift, its dark expanse gnawing at his mind. Something is wrong in a way he couldn't yet articulate inside the rift and whatever lay beyond it felt alive in a way that chilled him to his core.

"The energy stabilizes, but it still feels strange," the emeralg coat woman said.

The navy-blue-coated man wiped his mouth and nodded. "It's uncharted territory. We expected that."

Krevak placed his goblet down with a thud. He said. "It doesn't matter. Our target lies in that damned place and so does our destiny. Whatever waits on the other side we'll face it and conquer it."

"Let's just hope the Dragonborn puts up a decent fight. It's been a long time since I've had a worthy opponent," the crimson coated man said.

"Finish your meal. We move at dawn. No delays," the black coated man said.

With that, the avatars returned to their food.

After finishing their meal, theyrose from their seats. One by one, they donned their respective armors. Each suit radiated an aura of power, reflecting the distinct energies of its wearer. The room grew colder as their preparations done.

Eccar still sat in silence, his eyes narrowing as the emerald-coated woman approached him. With a flick of her hand, the chains binding him released, clattering to the metallic floor.

"This is it,"

Eccar thought, his muscles tensing as he prepared for what was to come. His instincts screamed at him to resist, but there was nowhere to run.

Before he could move, Krevak and the silver-coated woman each grabbed one of his arms. They hauled him to his feet. He struggled reflexively against their hold, but it was futile; they were far stronger than they appeared.

As they dragged him toward the rift, the energy emanating from it intensified. The uneasy sensation in Eccar's chest grew sharper and raking against his soul.

"Stop!" Eccar hissed in reflects, digging his heels into the floor as they neared the pulsating void. His overwhelming instinct telling him to stay away.

The silver-coated woman didn't falter. Krevak's golden eyes burned with determination as he tightened his grip, forcing Eccar forward.

"I said stop!" Eccar shouted again, his voice tinged with desperation. His resistance was met with silence; they dragged him closer still.

Then, in a moment of clarity, Eccar sent out a telepathic message to Erend. His mind reached across the void of space and worlds.

"Erend. I'm now being taken into the rift. If you hear me, know that I'll find a way to survive so you don't have to worry. I feel something wrong but… I think we have to enter."

The connection snapped shut as Eccar was yanked forward. They now stood at the threshold of the rift, its gaping maw looming before them. The dark swirling void pulsed with an unnatural rhythm.

The black-coated man raised his hand, gesturing to the group. His cold, commanding voice cut through the oppressive hum.

"Go. There's no turning back now."

Without hesitation, Krevak and the silver-coated woman stepped forward, pulling Eccar with them. The moment his body crossed the rift's threshold, the unease in his chest exploded. The darkness consumed them, and for a fleeting moment, all sense of reality shattered.

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Eccar could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears as his body was swallowed by the void.

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