I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Erend and Eccar stood still in their massive Dragonborn forms, their glowing eyes locked on one another with a lot of feelings going on behind those eyes.

The fiery chaos in their minds began to subside and clarity crept in like the dawn breaking through a storm.

Slowly, they understood that the frenzy and the unbridled rage that had consumed them moments ago was not their own. It was something foreign that twisting their thoughts and their very essence into a maelstrom of destruction and the desire to kill only.

Kaelor's presence loomed like a guardian spirit for them even though they can't see him. His voice resonating in their hearts. Though his form only shimmered faintly in the air, it was clear the Ashen Tempest Dragon was exerting every ounce of his remaining life force to suppress the corruption that had ensnared them.

His words and his energy were the anchor pulling them back from the abyss that nearly consumed them. If not because of him they would have been lost already, don't know what will become of them.

Long and agonizing moments passed as Erend and Eccar battled within themselves clawing their way out of the darkness of their mind.

Their breaths were heavy and smoke coming out of their nostrils. The ground trembling beneath their massive forms.

Then finally, the wild crimson in Erend's eyes dimmed and the molten rivers coursing along Eccar's scales stilled. They regained their minds, piece by piece and finally the veil of madness lifting.

Finally, the two Dragonborn stood with new lucidity. They looked around and immediately their widened Dragon eyes taking in the devastation created by their own hands.

What they saw chilled them to the core. The land was unrecognizable now. Its no longer a vast forest but a hellscape of scorched earth, molten rivers, and smoldering ruins. The air reeked of ash and sulfur and Magic waste. It feels heavy and suffocating.

The realization struck them like a thunder right now, they could not recall much of what they had done.

The destruction they had unleashed was not calculated or deliberate; it was a product of the unrelenting rage that had overwhelmed them earlier. And worse, that rage had not been entirely their own.

Their gazes fell upon the battlefield's lone survivor, or at least the only thing that still breath and intact right now. The battered figure lay crumpled on the ground and motionless exceept for the faint rise and fall of his chest.

Wisps of darkness still clung to him like dying embers as a reminder of the power that had driven him. He was no longer a threat, at least for now. The battle was won, but the cost weighed heavily in the air.

Erend and Eccar exchanged a somber glance, understanding passing between them without words. They nodded at each other and in the next second their colossal forms shimmering as they began to shrink.

Scales receded, molten fury and crackling lightning faded, and within moments, they back in their human forms once more.

Their bodies bore the marks of the battle — scorched clothing, bloodied skin, and exhaustion etched into their body.

They carried the burden of what had just happened. They stood amidst the ruins they had created but the weight of their actions and the victory heavy on their shoulders because something else is clinging to their souls earlier.

Erend and Eccar stood in silence for a moment with their breathing labored as they tried to steady themselves some more. The lingering echoes of their earlier rage still haunted their thoughts and that making them shudder with unease. They exchanged glances then turned their attention inward, focusing on the faint remnants of Kaelor's presence.

"We need to know," Erend said with hoarse voice. "What happens to us now? If that rage comes back... we could hurt more people and our friend."

Eccar nodded grimly. "Kaelor, can you still hear us? What was that? And how do we stop it from taking over again?"

Kaelor's voice emerged faintly, crackling like embers in their minds.

"Your concerns are valid and the danger is not gone." His tone was hurried, his energy clearly waning. "That rage is not yours, it is a corruption, a remnant of the dark Magic that cling to us as a Dragonborn. It latches onto your strongest emotions and twists them. But this is not the time for explanations."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Erend clenched his fists, frustration rising. "Not the time? Kaelor, we need to—"

"Listen to me!" Kaelor's voice surged briefly with intensity before faltering again. "You must finish what remains here. The corruption has weakened now. It is not fully gone but its alright for now. I will guide you further when I can but for now, I must rest."

With those words, Kaelor's presence faded completely. The two Dragonborn exchanged a worried look, realizing the gravity of their situation.

"He's gone," Eccar muttered. "Probably spent everything he had left just to help us."

Erend sighed. "We'll have to trust him for now. Come on. Let's deal with this."

They turned and made their way across the scorched battlefield, their footsteps crunching against the blackened ground.

The battered figure of their opponent lay before them, his body that before give them threat now reduced to a broken and pitiful state.

Kale's chest rose and fell weakly and his body seemed almost ethereal with the remaining wisps of shadow clinging to him like living smoke.

As they approached, Kale's eyes fluttered open slightly. His gaze that heavy with pain held a strange mixture of resignation and sorrow. Blood trickled from his lips as he coughed with ragged and strained sound. Despite his condition, a sad smile crossed his face.

"So," Kale rasped, his voice barely audible, "you've... won. I feel frustrated. To feel so much power... yet know it isn't enough. There are greater power beyond you."

Erend and Eccar exchanged a glance but said nothing, letting Kale continue. The faint flicker of darkness around him pulsed weakly as though clinging desperately to life.

"Have you ever feel it too?" Kale whispered, his voice trembling with both anguish. "That... hunger. That rage that doesn't go away."

His words hung in the air, heavy with an ominous truth they were only beginning to grasp.

Erend's eyes narrowed, his expression as cold as his voice when he said. "Are you done?"

Kale's sad smile twisted into a grimace, blood staining his teeth as he chuckled hoarsely. The sound was brittle and filled with bitterness and resignation.

He coughed, his body wracked with pain, yet his voice carried an eerie calm.

"I know my end is near," Kale rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "But even now, I can't help but wonder… with the remnants of the Six gone, how long before more enemies of the Dragonborn emerge from the shadows? There will always be those who hate your kind, who thirst for revenge took. And you, you'll always be hunted... always cursed!"

His words hung heavily in the air, his gaze flickering between Erend and Eccar. The two Dragonborn exchanged a glance, unease visible in their eyes.

Kale's words struck a chord, a truth they didn't want to confront but couldn't ignore.

Erend's jaw tightened. "Enough of your games."

Kale's hoarse laughter faded, his body sagging further into the scorched earth. The flickering remnants of darkness that clung to him began to dissolve and leaving only his broken mortal form.

"Do what you wanted to do," Kale murmured, his voice carrying the weight of finality. "But know that another will come for you."

Erend and Eccar stepped forward, their expressions hardened. Flames ignited in Erend's hand while the ground beneath Eccar trembled and cracked, jagged shards of stone rising like fangs.

Kale closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling shallowly. "The last of my kind… gone. And yet… it won't be over."

With a shared nod, the two Dragonborn unleashed their powers. Fire surged from Erend's hands, consuming Kale in a torrent of molten heat, while Eccar's command over the earth brought jagged spikes crashing down to seal his fate.

Kale was engulfed in fire and stone, his final breath lost to the roaring conflagration.

When the flames and tremors subsided, silence descended upon the battlefield. All that remained of Kale was a charred, motionless figure.

Erend and Eccar stood over the remains. The weight of what they had done pressed down on them, but there was no triumph in their expressions, only grim resolve and lingering doubt.

"Is it over?" Eccar asked quietly, his voice heavy with uncertainty.

"For now," Erend replied, his gaze fixed on the scorched ground. But his tone carried no reassurance.

Kale's words echoed in their mind as a chilling reminder that their fight was far from finished.

Without another word, the two turned away with steps heavy as they left behind the battlefield. Thtis dimension was a place forever scarred by their struggle and by the dark truths they had uncovered about themselves.

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