I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Eccar gritted his teeth as Krevak's golden fire surged around him. The flames were impossibly hot, far beyond anything he had experienced before.

Even with his Dragon Scale active — a power that shielded him from most physical and Magical attacks — the searing heat penetrated his defenses and biting into his skin and scales. He could feel the edges of his armor beginning to warp under the heat, and pain rippled through his body. This is the strongest attack he suffer after the Great Calamity.

"This fire…"

Eccar thought grimly,

"It's not ordinary. It's strong enough to hurt a Dragonborn at my level. That's… concerning."

Through the shimmering haze of flames, Krevak's towering figure approached, his steps deliberate and menacing. His lips curled into a sadistic grin and his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as he looked down at Eccar who writhing in his golden inferno.

"How does it feel, Dragonborn?" Krevak's voice dripped with malice, echoing with a strange resonance. "Does it hurt? Does it burn? This is not just a fire. This is

my

divine fire, the sacred wrath of the Lord of Light!"

Eccar's grimace deepened, his breaths ragged as he tried to focus despite the agonizing heat.

Krevak's words made his mind churn.

Lord of Light?

He had never heard of a Dragonborn's story referring to any of that. The mention of this kind of gods who seek vengeance on his kind started to take on new disturbing clarity. Unfortunately, there are not much of Dragonborn story left that can be studied.

"I need to send a message,"

Eccar thought, struggling to concentrate as he attempted to activate his Magic again. But the intense heat and his waning focus made it impossible. His mind raced with frustration.

Krevak chuckled darkly, watching Eccar's defiance with amusement. With a wave of his hand, the golden flames shifted and transforming into glowing ropes of fire.

They coiled tightly around Eccar's body, constricting him further. The searing heat pressed into his scales, forcing a pained grunt from his lips.

"You won't escape this, Dragonborn," Krevak sneered. "Your scales? They're nothing against

my

power. You're at my mercy now."

The ropes tightened further, and Eccar's body jolted as they hoisted him into the air. His grimace turned into a snarl as Krevak gestured grandly, controlling the fiery binds as if they were an extension of his will.

Eccar floated helplessly, the flames licking at his armor and skin. He can't fight it yet now if he wanted to learn more.

Krevak turned, his attention shifting to the fleet of aircraft circling above. With a single leap, he soared upward while dragging Eccar along behind him like a trophy.

One of the aircraft hovered closer at Krevak's signal, its pilot hesitating for a moment before obeying his command to open the hatch.

As Krevak stepped into the aircraft, Eccar floated beside him, the fiery ropes keeping him suspended.

The soldiers inside stared in stunned silence, their hands gripping their weapons but their gazes fixed on Krevak. His menacing presence and the display of divine fire kept them from voicing even a single protest.

Eccar's eyes flickered around the cabin, scanning the soldiers and the interior of the craft. His mind worked frantically despite the pain.

Krevak took a seat at the center of the cabin, his fiery aura illuminating the dim interior.

"Prepare the craft for immediate return to the stronghold," he commanded coldly.

The pilot nodded, his face pale as he turned to his controls.

Back in the mine, the resistance forces remained unaware of Eccar's capture. The sound of explosions and distant combat echoed through the caverns, but no one had seen the battle outside the mountain or the fleet of aircraft overhead. Continue your adventure with empire

The soldiers stationed within focused entirely on holding the line and prepare the portal for escaping, oblivious to the unfolding danger above.

As the aircraft ascended, Krevak leaned back in his seat, his eyes locked on Eccar.

"You've fought well, Dragonborn," he said mockingly. "But now, you'll learn what it means to stand against gods."

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Inside the mine, the air hummed with energy as the Magic portal finally stabilized.

The resistance soldiers exchanged tense glances, knowing this was their chance to escape the chaos bearing down on them.

Commander Varok stood at the center of the operation, his sharp eyes scanning the room as the portal's steady pulse illuminated the faces of his troops. The entrance to the mine shook occasionally from distant explosions of the invaders trying to break in.

"Prepare to blow the entrance," Varok ordered, his voice firm despite the inner conflict gnawing at him.

His eyes shifted to the massive blue skeleton towering in the cavern's depths. It seemed to pulse faintly with an energy he couldn't entirely understand, a power both terrifying and alluring.

The soldiers scrambled to set the charges as Varok's thoughts churned.

"

What do we do about the skeleton?"

he pondered. "

If we bury it here, we lose the chance to study it and uncover its secrets. But if we take it back to the homeland… is that wise? Could we be risking more than we can handle?"

As if sensing his hesitation, Kael appeared beside him, his blade still stained from the battle above.

"Commander," he said, "what's the plan? Do we leave the skeleton, or…?"

Varok's jaw tightened as he considered the options. The portal crackled again, its light flickering slightly, a warning that time was slipping away. After a tense pause, he exhaled deeply, his decision made.

"We take it," Varok said firmly, turning to Kael. "If this thing really is connected to the gods of the invaders but its buried under us the whole time, we can't leave it behind. We need to understand its power and its purpose. It's too important to bury and forget."

Kael nodded without hesitation. "Understood, Commander. I'll see to it."

Varok turned to the rest of the soldiers, his voice booming across the chamber.

"Listen up! Change of plans. We're taking the skeleton back to the homeland. I know it's massive, but we'll disassemble what we can and move it through the portal. Secure it carefully, this is priority cargo!"

The soldiers didn't question the order. They immediately set to work, organizing teams to dismantle and transport the enormous blue bones.

The faint glow of the skeleton intensified as they touched it, as though the remains themselves were reacting to their movements.

The portal's swirling vortex grew brighter, its energy stabilizing further as the first pieces of the skeleton were carried through.

Varok watched silently, his mind still uneasy about the decision but resolute in seeing it through.

The entrance to the mine shook violently, signaling that the enemy forces were growing closer.

The soldiers worked with practiced efficiency, their movements swift and precise as more pieces of the skeleton disappeared into the portal.

Varok turned to Kael. "Once the last piece is through, blow the charges. We can't let them follow us."

Kael nodded again, his expression determined. "Understood. I'll make sure of it."

As the soldiers continued their work, the portal stood as their lifeline, glowing brighter with every piece of the skeleton that passed through.

Varok stood tall amidst the chaos, his eyes fixed on the swirling gateway.

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