I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The five Lords Avatar strode into the building with their distinct coats trailing behind them like banners of authority. Every soldier they passed halted in their tracks then immediately dropping into deep bows with a mix of reverence and fear.

Whispers of awe rippled through the halls as the Lords moved. Their sudden arrival catching most of the personnel off guard.

"I didn't know that they were supposed to come here," one soldier muttered under their breath, earning a sharp glare from a superior.

"Silence! If the Lords are here, there's no time for questions," the officer hissed.

The Lords ignored the murmurs, their focus set on the task at hand. Krevak had already briefed them on the urgency of the ritual. Any delay could give the Dragonborn who was now still in restrained a chance to retaliate. The potential danger of their prisoner was clear and the six of them were united in their resolve to act swiftly.

They entered the central chamber that is a sterile space that now reinforced with glowing runes and pulsating conduits of energy that snaked across the walls like veins.

At its center stood Eccar with his wrists and neck bound in glowing chains that shimmered with alien Magic. His expression was calm but his piercing gaze tracked the Lords as they coming in one by one.

Krevak was already present inside the room and standing rigidly near the control console. He wore his own coat, a deep shade of gold. His demeanor was one of deference but also a hint of unease as he gestured toward Eccar.

"This is the Dragonborn," Krevak said.

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The Lords regarded Eccar in silence, each taking in his appearance with their own distinct gaze.

The black-coated Lord stared at Eccar with an icy look and no emotion on his face. Yet his cold eyes held a glint of intrigue as though dissecting the Dragonborn's essence.

The crimson-clad Lord smirked. He leaned slightly forward, his ember-edged coat glowing faintly as if feeding on his amusement.

"So, this is what they've been so afraid of," he muttered, his voice laced with mocking curiosity.

The green-coated Lady approached Eccar, her emerald eyes scanning Eccar from head to toe with an almost clinical fascination. She tilted her head slightly and she lookes as if studying every detail of the bound Dragonborn.

The navy-coated Lord remained near the entrance, his calm gaze rippling like deep water. He looked at Eccar with mild interest.

The silver-coated Lady took a step closer. Her lips curled into a faint, superior smile as she regarded Eccar. Her silver eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, as though appraising a tool that had yet to prove its worth.

Eccar's eyes flicked between them, committing their appearances and mannerisms to memory. He could feel their power that feels alien but strong. His own expression remained composed, his mind working rapidly to anticipate their intentions.

Krevak stepped forward, breaking the silence.

"As I said earlier. We must begin the ritual immediately. The Dragonborn's power remains a mystery and any hesitation could lead to unforeseen complications."

The black-coated Lord nodded, his voice cutting through the chamber like a blade. "Proceed."

The group moved with synchronized precision, spreading out around the chamber's perimeter. Krevak activated the console and the runes on the walls began to glow brighter, pulsing in rhythm with an ominous hum.

Eccar watched, his gaze sharp and calculating, as the six Lords raised their hands in unison, their coats rippling as waves of energy surged from their bodies.

Eccar feels the air grew heavy, charged with power that seemed to bend reality.

For now, Eccar remained silent.

The black-coated Lord who had remained silent until now suddenly stepped forward with aura of black mist coated him. His coat billowed slightly as he moved. Without a word, he extended his hand toward Eccar and his cold eyes locked onto him.

Eccar stiffened, instinctively pulling against the glowing chains that restrained him. Before he could react further, the black-coated Lord's hand clamped over his face with a grip like iron.

A surge of excruciating pain exploded through Eccar's body, igniting every nerve with agony.

His vision blurred and his breaths stopped as waves of power seemed to pierce through him. The sensation was almost unbearable as though his very essence was being torn apart.

"Hold on…"

Eccar told himself through gritted teeth. "

Patience. This pain is nothing compared to the answers I need. Later, when the truth is mine, they'll pay for this tenfold!"

The chamber echoed with his screams as he writhed in his chains. Blood began to drip from his mouth, then from his eyes, staining the pristine floor beneath him. His vision flickered but through the haze of torment he focused on the black-coated Lord.

The Lord's face remained impassive as though he were dissecting Eccar's very soul. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he released his grip and stepped back.

Eccar's head hung forward, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Blood continued to drip steadily from his face and pooling at his feet.

Slowly, he raised his head with eyes that burning with hate as they locked onto the black-coated Lord.

The Lord met his gaze but he still unflinching and indifferent, before turning to the others.

"He's stronger than expected," he said without emotion. "But he'll break eventually."

Krevak approached cautiously, glancing at Eccar's battered form. "We should proceed with the ritual," he said, his voice tense.

The other Lords nodded, resuming their positions around the chamber. The runes on the walls pulsed with increasing intensity.

The Lords' auras began to merge together into a single presence that filled the chamber. Creating a swirling maelstrom of light and power that centered itself on the blood pooling beneath Eccar.

The blood seemed to come alive, drawn upward in sinuous tendrils. It coalesced into a crimson orb suspended in mid-air, pulsating.

The Lords stood motionless, their hands still raised.

Eccar gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he felt his strength being siphoned into the growing anomaly. The air grew heavy, vibrating with an intensity that seemed to distort reality.

Then, with a sharp crackle, a small rift appeared in the air before him — a jagged tear that shimmered like fractured glass.

A surge of energy radiated from the rift, and Eccar gasps. Though he was battered and bound, a strange sense of familiarity washed over him, tugging at something deep within his core.

"What… is this?" Eccar whispered under his breath.

The Lords remained silent and keep focus. The room dimmed, Eccar's heartbeat quickened as the energy resonated within him and stirring emotions he couldn't define — fear, recognition, and curiosity.

As the rift stabilized, Krevak stepped closer to it.

"It's beginning," he said, his voice low.

Eccar's eyes narrowed, flicking between the rift and the Lords. He could feel the pull of the energy as though it sought to draw him in or perhaps something within him sought to respond to it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

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What are they unlocking?

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Whatever lay beyond the portal, Eccar knew it wasn't just a gateway. It was connected to him in ways he couldn't yet understand. And that terrified him.

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