I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The guards stationed at the gate eyed Adrius warily as he approached. Their suspicion was understandable. Adrius's once noble robes were now tattered and stained from his arduous journey, his appearance a stark contrast to the regal attire they were accustomed to.

One of the guards, a burly man with a thick beard, stepped forward and blocked Adrius's path. "State your business," he demanded.

"I need to speak with Aethor," he said with calm tone. "It's a matter of great importance. He'll want to hear what I have to say."

The guard raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "And who are you to demand an audience with the king?" he retorted, his grip tightening on his spear. "You look like a vagabond. Or a beggar."

Adrius took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"I am Adrius, Archmage of this kingdom. The king and I have history. If you inform him of my presence, he will understand."

The guards exchanged skeptical glances. "The Archmage? We have an Archmage here. You can't just waltz in and demand to see the king by saying that bullshit. Now, move along."

Adrius felt a flicker of frustration but forced it down with a sigh. He knew time was of the essence.

"Listen to me," he insisted, his tone growing more urgent. "The kingdom is in grave danger. I don't have time to argue. Let me pass, or you'll regret it."

The guard smirked, clearly unconvinced. "Is that a threat, old man?" he sneered, his fellow guards chuckling in amusement.

Adrius's eyes narrowed. He had no choice. With a sudden, fluid motion, he leaped into action. The guards barely had time to react as Adrius moved with surprising speed and agility.

His Starsteel staff flashed through the air, and before they knew it he had dashed past them, his robes billowing behind him.

"Hey! Stop him!" the bearded guard shouted, but it was too late. Adrius was already inside the gates, sprinting towards the city's heart.

Alarm bells blared, the sound echoing through the streets as more guards mobilized in response. Adrius didn't slow down. He knew he had to reach the palace and speak to Aethor before they could stop him.

The streets of Astoria bustled with activity, but as the alarms continued, people began to clear the way, casting curious and anxious glances at the fleeing shabby old man. Adrius weaved through the crowd, his destination clear in his mind.

He could hear the guards pursuing him, their shouts growing louder, but he focused on the palace that loomed ahead. Its grand spires reached towards the sky, a symbol of the kingdom's enduring legacy.

As he approached the palace gates, more guards appeared, blocking his path with drawn weapons. Adrius skidded to a halt, his chest heaving as he faced them.

"You're making a mistake. I'm here to warn the king. Let me through, and no harm will come to anyone," Adrius said.

The captain of the palace guard stepped forward, his expression stern. "Surrender now!" he ordered, "or we'll be forced to take you down."

Adrius sighed. He couldn't afford to be delayed any longer. With a resigned sigh, he tightened his grip on his staff and prepared for the inevitable confrontation.

"Well, forgive me, gentlemen," he said. "But this is for the greater good."

Adrius summoned his Magic, the Starsteel staff glowing with a radiant light.

The palace guards and soldiers hesitated only for a moment before one of them, a young, overconfident recruit, rushed at Adrius with a war cry.

Adrius sidestepped easily, his Starsteel staff sweeping out in a blur, knocking the guard to the ground with a precision strike that left him stunned but unharmed.

Another guard followed, then another, each trying to bring him down. Adrius deflecting their blows and disarming them with ease. His staff glowed, resonating with his Magic as he subdued his opponents without causing lasting harm.

The remaining guards exchanged uneasy glances, realizing this ragged man was far more stronger than he appeared. Their initial confidence waned, replaced by a growing sense of caution.

"Form up!" barked the captain, a seasoned veteran with a keen eye for battle. "He's stronger than he looks. Take him down together!"

The guards and soldiers nodded, their expressions grim. They spread out, surrounding Adrius in a tight circle.

Adrius took a long breath. He had hoped to avoid this, but these soldiers had already determined to take him down. With a swift motion he raised his Starsteel staff high, the weapon glowing brighter as he channeled his Magic.

"Very well," he murmured, steeling himself for the onslaught.

With a unified shout the guards surged forward together. Adrius's eyes narrowed, and he brought the staff down, releasing a wave of Magic that rippled through the air.

The ground beneath the soldiers glowed with an intricate pattern of runes, and a shockwave of shimmering light exploded outward.

The guards staggered, their momentum halted by the powerful spell. One by one they crumpled to the ground, their weapons slipping from their hands as a soothing but overwhelming force pressed upon them.

Adrius had crafted the spell to incapacitate rather than harm, ensuring they would awaken with nothing more than a few bruises and a powerful headache.

The plaza fell silent, the fallen guards groaning softly as they lay sprawled on the cobblestones. Adrius stood alone, the glow of his staff slowly fading. He sighed, lowering the weapon, and scanned the area for any further threats.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd that had gathered to witness the commotion. A woman stepped forward. She wore a robe adorned with intricate patterns, the symbol of the church of Astoria emblazoned on her chest—a radiant sun encircled by protective wings.

Adrius smiled.

"You just came back and already create this mess?" said the woman.

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