I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Erend in fact is already been ready this past three days, his mind still filled with the weight of Eccar's words.

In the war room, the atmosphere was tense. Around him, Commander Varok and the division squad were already mobilizing and their discussions sharp and urgent. News of the potential assault on their invaders' homeland making the ruckus among the resistance.

The news when they have to taking the fight directly to the enemy's worlds brought a potent mix of emotions among them. Some among the resistance were eager because their hatred for the invaders that had been cultivated over a hundred years of suffering driving their fervor. The idea of repaying the cruelty they had endured fueled their determination.

But others couldn't ignore the heavy uncertainty. The invaders' homeland was an unknown abyss of danger and the thought of stepping into it made fear a silent companion. Moreover, they have six figures of powerful beings there. Eccar said that they are not that strong. But it is true?

Erend exhaled slowly. He had faced impossible odds before but this felt different. He glanced around at the faces of the warriors in the room. Some were etched with grim resolve and others with fear. A few even bore reckless eagerness. They had all suffered and this was their chance to strike back.

Commander Varok also already giving instruction to Renna since the information about prospect of going to the invader's world raises.

"Renna! We need those siege weapons ready faster. If we're going to pull this off, everything needs to be perfect. Time isn't on our side," Varok said yesterday.

"Understood, Commander. I'll push my team harder and I promise we will make it happen," Renna said with determined face.

Renna's division would be working around the clock to finish the siege equipment and more weapons, but even with her skill, the timeline was daunting.

Erend knew his own role wasn't just to wait. He pulled himself away from the war room discussions and sought out Saeldir with his telepathy, knowing that his expertise and insight were invaluable. Sharing Eccar's account of the six gods was to him was crucial.

Saeldir listened intently, his sharp eyes narrowing as Erend recounted each god's elemental affinity and the strong power they wielded.

"So they have forces that embody primal aspects of existence. If they are truly connected to such fundamental elements then we'll need more than brute force."

"I thought the same,"

Erend said.

"But the way Eccar described the last one — the Void Shadow — it sounded different. He said this one is stronge and even he seemed a little bit unsettled."

Saeldir nodded, his expression dark.

"Void is often a representation of entropy, the end of all things. If that being truly embodies such a concept, then we're dealing with more than just a physical threat. It's existential."

Erend sighed.

"Then we need every edge we can get."

"I'll expedite my arrival to this world. There's no time to waste."

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One day later. The shimmering portal where Erend had emerged at that time opened again. From the portal Saeldir stepped out. He was clad in a silver robe.

Erend met him at that place. "You're here."

Saeldir nodded. "I am. And I've brought what knowledge and resources I could gather."

Varok approached, his expression grim but respectful. "My Lord, if you're here to help us bring the fight to them, then you're welcome."

Saeldir's lips curved into a faint smile. "Believe me. I have as much reason as you to see these invaders fall."

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Preparations accelerated under Saeldir's guidance the next day. His knowledge of Magic and runic enchantments was unparalleled and he quickly began working alongside Renna's division to infuse the siege weapons with additional power. The resistance's engineers were both awed and unnerved by the Elf's precise techniques.

Meanwhile, Erend spend most time sitting alonee. The resistance warriors were inspired by his calm but though few dared approach him directly. Because he is a Dragonborn it set him apart and even without words his presence radiated an unyielding power.

The weight of the impending battle loomed large over them all, but with every passing hour, their preparations grew stronger as well. This time, the resistance would strike back.

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Back in the invaders' homeland, Eccar sat alone in his metal chamber with his wrists and ankles bound by heavy chains.

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Krevak hadn't visited in over twenty-four hours. That absence now felt ominous. Eccar's mind raced with possibilities, each more troubling than the last.

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What is he plotting now?"

Eccar also keep sent messages and warnings.

Now, with the long hours of silence stretching ahead, Eccar's worry deepened. He shifted uncomfortably, the clink of his chains echoing in the chamber.

And then he heard it, a murmur of voices from beyond the doors. The cadence of approaching soldiers reached his keen ears and a grim smile tugged at his lips.

"Finally,"

he thought, straightening his posture. His sharp eyes focused on the chamber's entrance and soon enough, the heavy metallic door creaked open.

Krevak stepped in, his imposing figure framed by the faint light spilling from the hallway. The guards outside fell silent, leaving the two of them locked in a moment of unspoken challenge.

Eccar leaned back against the wall with a feigned air of nonchalance, his lips curling into a smirk.

"So, Krevak," Eccar drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "Still nursing that pain in your head from yesterday's little... incident?"

Krevak's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. For a fleeting moment his hand twitched as if tempted to atack him. But he restrained himself, standing stiffly just a few steps inside the room. He standing a little bit far away from him.

The silence stretched between them, thick with animosity. Eccar noted the restraint and tilted his head, his smirk widening.

"Ah, not so easily provoked today, are we? Shame. It's the only thing that makes your company tolerable," Eccar said.

"You'll wish I was provoked, Dragonborn," Krevak finally replied, his voice low and measured. "But I've learned that your tongue is sharper than your chains are strong."

Eccar chuckled, though his mind stayed alert. "If you're here to exchange pleasantries, I must admit, you're terrible at it."

Krevak ignored the jab and took a step closer, though still keeping some distance. His posture was rigid, his demeanor unnervingly calm.

"Enough games. We will begin the ritual soon."

Eccar's smirk faltered. "Ritual?" he repeated.

Krevak's eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction.

"Yes. The ritual to open the path to your kind's lair. You should feel honored. Soon, your precious Dragonborn kin will fall before us. And you… will witness it all because you are the part of its destruction."

Eccar leaned forward slightly, his chains rattling. "You really think this plan of yours will work? You think you'll waltz into that place and come out in one piece? You don't know the first thing about what you're walking into."

Krevak's expression didn't waver. "We'll see soon enough."

With that, Krevak turned on his heel, leaving Eccar alone once more. The door slammed shut and the echo reverberated through the chamber, the Dragonborn's face now become hard. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.

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