I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Eccar loosened his grip, letting the creature's corpse fall to the ground with a dull thud. He stared at the remains for a moment. Then shrugged at Erend who looking at him with flat look.

Then, as if in response to the creature's death the air around them began to shift. Eccar noticed it, dark mist rising from the ground where the spirits had once fought fiercely. The mist was thick and heavy, swirling with an eerie red hue as it began to dissipate into the sky. The spirits were crumbling, their forms breaking apart and dissolving into the dark mist.

Eccar looked up and saw the battlefield changing before his eyes. The once overpowering presence of the spirits was waning, their numbers dwindling rapidly as they succumbed to the same fate as their master.

"Phew… We done it," Eccar mumbled with sigh of relief.

High above on the battlefield, King Gulben who stood locked in combat with the massive giant suddenly see the spirits below began to crumble, so too did the giant. Its massive body was now breaking apart, its dark form turning to the same red mist that consumed the spirits. The giant let out a roar before it too disintegrated into the night.

King Gulben's sword, which had been locked in a stalemate against the giant suddenly met no resistance as the creature vanished. The King staggered slightly, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched the remnants of his foe scatter into the wind. He turned and his gaze fell upon the two figures standing amidst the chaos—Eccar and Erend.

It was clear now—they were the ones responsible for this victory. He didn't know how or when they had arrived there but it was undeniable that they had saved his people.

A roar of triumph rose from the Elven warriors as they witnessed the spirits' defeat. The battlefield that once a place of terror and despair was now filled with the sounds of victory.

Elves who had been fighting for their lives moments ago now stood tall, their swords raised high as they celebrated their survival. The mages fell to their knees with tears of relief in their eyes.

Eccar and Erend exchanged a glance. They had won this battle but they both knew it was only a small part of a much larger conflict. Without a word they turned away from the battlefield and began the journey back to their place atop the tower.

The echoes of the Elves' triumphant cries lingered in the air, but King Gulben knew their victory was only a temporary respite. He raised his sword and called out to his warriors.

"My soldiers!" His voice carried the authority of a king who had fought alongside his people. "Our enemies have been vanquished, but the night is far from over. We must recover our strength. Meditate now, and let your Magic be restored. We may need it sooner than we think."

The warriors, still buzzing with the adrenaline of battle, nodded in acknowledgment. They sheathed their weapons, finding places across the battlefield where they could sit and begin their meditation.

The Mages who had expended vast amounts of energy were the first to sink into the meditative state, their bodies relaxing as they drew upon the latent power. A soft glow began to surround them as they focused, their Magic slowly replenishing itself.

King Gulben then flying back to the tower. Aurdis and Aerchon awaited him there with worried faces. When he reached he tower, he saw Aurdis and Aerchon rushing out to meet him, concern etched on their faces.

"(Father! Are you all right?)" Aurdis asked.

Aerchon, though more composed, could not hide the worry in his eyes. "Father, you look exhausted. You need to rest."

King Gulben gave them a tired but reassuring smile. "I am fine. But there is little time for rest. I must meditate and recover what Magic I can."

Aurdis nodded. They watched as their father walked away.

When King Gulben reached his throne at the center of the chamber he lowered himself onto it with a deep exhale. He closed his eyes, his mind already clearing as he began to center his thoughts. The air around him started to shimmer, a soft, white light emerging from his body and enveloping him like a cocoon.

The light pulsed gently in rhythm with his breathing, as he sank deeper into his meditative state. In this state, he was drawing upon the ancient power that flowed through the land itself.

Aurdis and Aerchon silently watching over their father. They knew better than to disturb him during his meditation, understanding that the best way to support him now was to stand guard and ensure no harm could come to him during this vulnerable time.

Outside, on the battlements of the tower, Erend and Eccar took up their positions, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of further trouble. It was quiet now, almost eerily so, with only the faint sounds of the Elves' soft breathing as they meditated below.

Erend rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his posture relaxed but alert. "We can't afford to let our guard down in this kind of situation, not even for a moment," he said quietly, more to himself than to Eccar.

Eccar nodded. "I know. I don't like how calm it is. It feels... unnatural. I know something else will come up."

Erend glanced at him, acknowledging the shared unease. "Stay sharp. Whatever comes next, we need to be ready."

The two of them remained vigilant, their eyes fixed on the dark horizon. They knew this was far from over.

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