I Received System to Become Dragonborn

"Take this!" Lysander roared, thrusting his staff forward.

BOOM!

A colossal lance of lightning erupted from the tip, surging toward the giant beast. The lance struck the beast square in the chest. The beast roared in pain as the searing energy tore through its dark, twisted flesh.

The force of the strike threw the giant backward then it crashing into the ground with a thunderous boom that shook the earth. The beast's scream echoed across the battlefield. It writhed on the ground, its body convulsing as the lightning coursed through it, burning and tearing at the dark energy that sustained it.

Lysander remained suspended in the air, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. For a moment he was frozen. His eyes wide with the realization of how close he had come to fatal wound. His entire body trembled. Another second and he would have been suffered a possble fatal wound.

But there was no time for fear. The giant was down, but not defeated. Its twisted form still pulsed with life, the malevolent force slowly knitting its wounds back together. Lysander could see the dark aura swirling around it, struggling to recover from the lightning's onslaught.

"Not yet," Lysander muttered.

His grip on the staff tightened as he drew more of his Magic. The air buzzed again as he raised his staff high above his head, the lightning gathering in a storm of blinding light. The night sky lit up as dozens of lightning spears materialized around him.

Lysander unleashed the barrage. The lightning spears shot forward to the giant with unrelenting fury. Each spear struck him and piercing the beast's flesh with precision, ripping through the dark energy that kept it alive.

SYUUT!

SYUUT!

SYUUT!

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The battlefield was illuminated by the relentless assault because of the flashes of lightning. The giant's roars of pain grew louder with each strike, its body wracked with the agony of a thousand electric shocks. It thrashed violently but the lightning was merciless.

The dark energy around its body still crackling weakly around its battered form. But as Lysander floating there catching his breath, he noticed something that sent a chill down his spine—the beast's yellow eyes had not dimmed. Instead, they were glowing brighter and filled with a fury that was so clear even across the distance.

The creature's gaze locked onto Lysander, burning with a seething hatred because the pain he had inflicted. The beast's jaws parted again and from deep within its throat, a new roar began to build.

Then it roared.

"ROAR!"

The sound was deafening. The force of it was so intense that Lysander had to brace himself, his ears ringing from the sheer volume. It was a sound filled with pure anger, and as it echoed across the battlefield a terrifying change began to take place.

All around them, the smaller beasts that had been swarming the battlefield suddenly became more frantic. Their movements grew faster erratic.

Lysander's heart sank as he watched the horde of smaller creatures descend into chaos. They moved with a new ferocity. He could feel the shift in the air.

Adrius who had been holding the line against the smaller beasts with his spel was now struggling to maintain his control. His face was now marred by a deepening frown. He could feel it too—the dark aura spreading through the horde, seeping into each of the beasts and making them stronger, more vicious.

"This isn't good," Adrius muttered under his breath. He can see the dark tendrils of energy weaving through the smaller beasts. His spell which had been so effective at keeping them at bay was beginning to weaken.

"LYSANDER!" Adrius shouted. "You have to finish it quickly! I can't hold them off for much longer!"

Lysander's eyes darted back to the horde of smaller beasts that now surging forward. He could see some kind of dark aura spreading like a plague, seeping into the creatures and empowering them.

Adrius still focused on holding the swarm at bay but he felt the strain of his Magic intensify. The dark tendrils of energy were gnawing at the edges of his spells and weakening the barriers he had erected. His eyes widened in alarm as the first cracks appeared in his defenses.

Without hesitation, Lysander descended rapidly from the sky, his form streaking toward the ground like a bolt of lightning. There was no room for restraint, no time to hold back. The storm within him surged as he unleashed his full power, electricity crackling around him in wild arcs.

Lightning spears began to form around him once more but this time they were larger and more potent..

But Lysander wasn't done. As he flew downward his hand tightened around the hilt of his staff and with a flick of his wrist, he summoned forth his sword. The blade materialized in his grasp, its edge glowing with the same electric energy that surrounded him.

He intended to face the beast head-on. No more distance, no more hesitation. This fight would end in close quarters, where he could unleash the full force of his power upon the giant.

The giant beast sensing Lysander's approach, its glowing yellow eyes narrowing in preparation for him. But Lysander was faster.

With a final burst of speed, Lysander plunged toward the beast, his sword raised high, the lightning spears poised to strike.

The battlefield crackled with tension as Lysander closed in, the storm of lightning converging around him like a vengeful force of nature. And in that moment, as the distance between him and the beast closed, Lysander was ready to deliver the final blow.

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