I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Erend tightened his grip on his burning fists, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the creature's dissolving remains. Eccar kept his gaze fixed on the dark mass as well, the Earth's energy still coursing through him.

The two Dragonborns exchanged a glance, their faces grim. They knew better than to let their guard down even now. They couldn't shake the feeling that this battle wasn't truly over.

Suddenly, the melting shadow began to bubble and churn, its edges bubbling like tar under intense heat. From within the seething darkness, a voice was heard.

"You think you've won…" the voice hissed. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. "But all you've done is kill a fraction… a mere fragment… of the Great Calamity. You are nothing but insects, swatting at shadows. Your victory… is meaningless."

A cold dread washed over Erend and Eccar, sending a shiver down their spines.

But as the voice continued its taunting words only served to ignite a burning rage within Erend. His fear turned to fury, his blood boiling. The fire in his fists blazed brighter.

With a snarl, Erend stepped forward. "You can throw whatever you want at us," he growled, the flames in his hands flaring up with each word. "But we'll just keep killing them. Every last one of you. We'll burn you all to ashes, we'll hunt down the Great Calamity itself!"

Eccar grinned beside him, his fists tightening as he grounded himself, feeling the Earth's strength flow through him. "We're not afraid of you," he added.

The voice from the darkness let out a low, sinister chuckle.

"Such arrogance… But you will learn, Dragonborns. You will learn what it means to face true despair… and when you do, you will beg for the end."

The last of the creature's form melted away, the voice fading into nothingness along with it.

Erend and Eccar remained standing, their bodies still tense and their senses still heightened. The battle might have ended with this creature but their instincts told them that the threat was far from over.

They scanned the area around them to search for any clue, any sign of what the creature had spoken of. But they didn't see anything.

"We need to find it," Erend muttered. His eyes swept the battlefield, searching for anything that might reveal the location of the lump of flesh they had come for. They knew it was here somewhere, hidden away, but after the confrontation with the creature, Erend was sure it wouldn't be in plain sight.

Eccar nodded, his own gaze scanning the surroundings. He had the same sense of unease, the feeling that something vital was being concealed from them.

"It's well hidden," Eccar said.

They moved cautiously, their eyes sharp, senses on high alert as they slowly paced around the area. Every rock, every shadow, every slight depression in the ground was scrutinized, their minds racing as they tried to decipher where the lump of flesh might be concealed.

But after several minutes of searching it became clear that the creature's defeat hadn't made their task any easier. If anything, the area seemed to resist their efforts, offering no clues and no signs of where the lump might be hidden.

Erend clenched his fists, frustration gnawing at him. But he also knew that staying here any longer might be pointless and dangerous. There could be more threats lurking, hidden even deeper than the one they had just faced.

"We're not going to find it here, not like this," Erend finally said. "It's too well hidden. We need to regroup, think this through, and come back when we have a better plan."

Eccar exhaled slowly, nodding in agreement. "You're right. We should get out of here. We'll figure it out, but for now, we need to leave."

The two Dragonborns turned away. Activating thei Dragon Wings and fly back to where they came from.

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Erend and Eccar emerged from the dark vortex. The swirling darkness that had threatened to consume them now receded but now entirely gone.

Below, the gathered Elves saw them break through the vortex's boundary and began to cheer. The Elves screamed and shouted, their faces alight with hope and victory, believing that the two Dragonborn had vanquished the Great Calamity.

But as Erend and Eccar descended their expressions remained somber. The cheers that greeted them felt hollow, they were misunderstood. The Great Calamity had not been defeated, merely delayed, and their battle was far from over.

When their feet touched the ground, the Elves surged forward, their faces bright with hope and admiration. Some reached out to touch them as if they were saviors, while others bowed their heads in reverence. But Erend and Eccar could not bring themselves to return the smiles that surrounded them.

Pushing through the crowd, Erend finally spotted her—Aurdis, standing at the edge of the throng, her eyes filled with a mixture of worry and relief. Her gaze met his and in that moment the weight of his burden seemed to lift just slightly. Without a word, he crossed the distance between them.

He wrapped his arms around her when he reached her, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his. For a brief moment all that mattered was the comfort of her embrace. She hugged him back just as tightly.

Pulling back slightly, he looked down at her, his expression soft but serious.

"We need to talk to the council," he said quietly. "There's something they need to know."

Aurdis nodded. She didn't ask for details, not yet, but Erend could see the concern in her gaze. She knew that whatever he had faced within the vortex it had been far more dangerous than the Elves realized.

Taking her hand, Erend turned back to Eccar, who had already begun making his way toward the council chamber. The cheers of the Elves continued to ring out, their joy undiminished by the somber expressions of the two Dragonborn. They didn't understand yet, but they would soon.

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