I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Eccar lunged at Lysandris with his claws glowing fiercely, each strike tearing through her final and desperate defenses that she tried to do. Vines and thorny tendrils lashed out weakly in a futile attempt to repel him, but her Magic energy was spent, her stamina utterly drained.

Wounds also now crisscrossed her body, blood staining her emerald coat and pooling at her feet. She stumbled and fell, her trembling hands clawing at the ground as she tried to summon even a fraction of power but nothing came at him.

Eccar's towering Dragon form loomed over her as he delivered the final attack. His claws struck with an unstoppable force, and shredding her body. Lysandris's scream echoed briefly before fading into silence a moment later and her body collapsing to the ground amidst the wreckage of her summoned forest.

The battlefield fell quiet after all of that as Eccar straightened, his piercing Dragon eyes then turning toward the emerald skeleton embedded in the earth. It pulsed faintly showing that the last vestiges of its ancient power struggling to persist.

Without hesitation, Eccar go to the skeleton then using his massive Dragon claws to tear into the glowing structure. Each strike shattered the bones, sending fragments scattering across the field.

As the emerald skeleton crumbled completely, the glowing shards fell to the ground and were absorbed into the earth. A faint shimmer of green light rippled through the soil and spreading outward like a gentle wave before dissipating. Eccar paused watching the energy integrate back into the world. A feeling of relief flickered in his eyes.

"At least the power isn't in their hands anymore," he thought.

Eccar then spreading his massive wings and leapt into the air, the force of his takeoff stirring dust and debris. As he ascended, he reached out telepathically to Kaelor.

"Kaelor, Where do I go next?"

Kaelor's voice resonated in his mind, calm but edged with urgency.

"Head north. The next pulse of power is faint but I can still feel it. Hurry. Time is against us."

Without another word, Eccar veered northward, his powerful wings slicing through the air. The battlefield behind him faded into the distance.

On the other side of the sky, Erend also flying looking for his next targtet, his massive wings slicing through the clouds as he searched for the next enemy.

His glowing Dragon eyes scanned the horizon, seeking any trace of movement or lingering energy. Suddenly, Kaelor's voice resonated in his mind, the calm urgency unmistakable.

"The other Dragon has already headed north to engage one of the remaining enemies I managed to found. But another waits in the opposite direction. You must head there immediately."

Erend's gaze shifted, his senses sharpening as he adjusted his course. "Understood. Where do I go?"

Kaelor provided the directions swiftly, and without hesitation, Erend banked sharply, angling himself toward the new target. His massive form cut through the air, determination etched into his every movement.

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Meanwhile, a little bit far away from them, the man in the jet-black coat staggered and dropped to his knees, his body trembling as he absorbed more power from the black skeleton than it could safely handle for now. Tendrils of dark mist coiled violently around him, their energy seeping into his body with a ferocity that threatened to tear him apart.

Sweat beaded on his pale face and his hands dug into the ground as he gritted his teeth, his usual calm and cold demeanor cracking under the strain.

He could feel his body losing its stability with the immense power wreaking havoc on his physical and Magical equilibrium.

"I can't stop now," he hissed, his voice low and trembling with both anger and desperation. "If I stop, those Dragons will close the gap... they'll destroy everything we've been achived until now."

Just then, a sharp pain pierced his chest, but it wasn't from the overload of power. He felt it — the severed bond that confirmed Lysandris's death. The realization hit him like a crushing weight, his anger and frustation momentarily giving way to anguish.

"Lysandris..." he whispered, his voice breaking before hardening into a snarl. His fists clenched as rage overtook grief.

With newfound determination, the man pushed himself to his feet, his pale face now twisted in fury. The black mist surrounding the skeleton surged toward him. He made his absorption process intensifying despite the agony it caused for him.

But his body finally betrayed him. A sharp jolt coursed through his veins as a huge warning that he was nearing his limit. The absorption process was at about seventy percent right now but it was not nearly enough for what he needed.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he realized the truth: he couldn't take more, not at this pace, without risking complete destruction on his body.

Cursing under his breath, the man canceled the absorption, the tendrils of black mist fading as the skeletal remains dimmed. His body trembled with the effort, his knees buckling slightly.

For a moment, he just stood still and staring into the distance. His sharp face softened into an expression of sorrow and sadness about what he about to do, a fleeting moment of vulnerability. But as quickly as it came, it vanished, replaced by steely determination.

"I'll avenge you all," he muttered with resolute voice.

He then spreading his dark and mist-shrouded wings then took to the skies, his gaze fixed on a distant point. The battle wasn't over, and he would not stop until the Dragons paid for every loss they had suffered!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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Far from the chaos unfolding across the place, the silver-coated woman stood in a desolate ruin. Her elegant figure was bathed in the silvery glow emanating from the skeletal structure before her. Tendrils of luminous energy flowed steadily into her, wrapping around her like liquid light.

She could feel it as well, a severed bond that had become a void where her friends presence once was. Lysandris, Caelith, and Thalrok was gone. The thought struck her like an icy blade and her hands trembled as the energy continued to pour into her.

But there was no time to grieve. The Dragons would come, and if she faltered everything they had worked for would be lost. She steadied her breathing, forcing herself to focus.

Then, a sudden rush of wind swept through the air, a presence she recognized instantly. She turned just as the black-coated man landed beside her.

"Velthara," his voice cut through the stillness.

The silver-coated woman, Velthara, turned to face him, her silver eyes meeting his dark and stormy gaze.

"Kale," she replied.

Kale's expression softened briefly, but the fire of determination burned fiercely in his eyes.

"How much longer?" he asked.

"Still a little bit longer."

"We don't have much time." Then Kale walked at her with sharp gaze.

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