I Received System to Become Dragonborn

"You can't defeat me, Adrius. By now, you should know that," Theron taunted with his voice full with satisfaction.

Adrius didn't respond because his focus was entirely on the battle. He then pushed harder using more strength he had. His muscles tensed and his body trembling.

With a guttural grunt he managed to force Theron backward creating a brief but crucial gap between them. But Adrius knew that he couldn't stop just there so he keep pushing.

Theron didn't seem fazed even though he had been pushed back. His expression remained calm. Then he spoke again, this time with a tone that sent a chill down Adrius's spine.

"I'll tell you a secret, Adrius," Theron said with voice that sounds deceptively soft. "My power comes from the Great Power itself. So if you truly want to defeat me... you'll have to kill my master."

Adrius's eyes narrowed. The Great Power is definitely the Great Calamity itselt. The force that had brought devastation upon their world.

The idea of defeating Theron had seemed impossible enough but to defeat the source of his power —the Great Calamity itself — was beyond comprehension.

Adrius gritting his teeth while stared at Theron. Theron's confidence was unnerving, his willingness to share such a critical secret showed that confidence. It was as if Theron didn't of his own invincibility that he didn't mind exposing the very foundation of his life and power. The thought sent a wave of frustration and helplessness crashing through Adrius.

How could he stand against something so vast, so overwhelmingly powerful?

Theron's smirk grew wider, sensing Adrius's turmoil.

"See? Even you understand now. There's no point in resisting. You're fighting a losing battle. But lets continue this, you will entertain me before I destroy this kingdom," Theron said.

Adrius's mind desperately for a solution. He couldn't let Theron's words break him. He clenched his fists. He wouldn't give up.

"You underestimate me, Theron," Adrius finally replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him.

Theron laughed, then suddenly launched himself at Adrius once more. His dark Magic surging intensely. Adrius braced himself, ready for the next clash.

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While Adrius faced off against Theron, Lysander found himself once more facing the monstrous giant beast. The creature loomed before him with appearance that look more grotesque and menacing than before.

Lysander's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. The beast's flesh had been torn and burned by their previous attacks, it was now mended by a thick, congealed blood-like substance. It crimson and pulsating as if it were a living thing. The sight was sickening because the subtance appeared to crawl across the beast's wounds, knitting its flesh back together.

The memory of being swatted across the forest like an insect by this creature was still fresh in Lysander's mind, the pain of that brutal impact echoing in his bones. But now, as he hovered in the air, his staff crackling with electricity, a grim determination settled over him.

"You'll pay for your generosity earlier, you damned beast," Lysander murmured. The 'generosity' he referred to was the vicious attack that had sent him hurtling through the forest. Now, it was his turn to strike back.

Without another moment's hesitation Lysander surged into the sky. His staff glowed brightly as he channeled his Magic. He then created dozens of lightning spears that crackled with destructive energy.

With a sharp command, Lysander unleashed the lightning spears, sending them hurtling toward the giant beast in rapid succession. Each spear tore through the air leaving trails of searing light in their wake as they moved to target. But Lysander didn't stop moving — he darted around the sky and prepared for whatever counterattack might come.

The beast however showed no sign of fear or hesitation. It didn't attempt to dodge the incoming spears. Instead, with a terrifying display of brute strength it raised its clawed hands and swatted at the lightning as if they were mere flies.

Each spear exploded upon impact, bursts of electricity crackling across the beast's claws and arms, but the creature seemed unfazed. The explosions illuminated the crimson blood that seeped from its wounds, making the creature look even more nightmarish.

Lysander's saw his attacks fail to leave any significant mark, just like what he thought. The beast's thick hide and the dark Magic animating it made it nearly impervious to the lightning spears, and the grotesque, living blood seemed to absorb the energy, mitigating any real damage.

"Damn it," Lysander hissed under his breath, realizing that this fight would be far more difficult than he had anticipated.

He circled around the beast, searching for any vulnerable spot that he could exploit. He knew he couldn't keep wasting energy on attacks that wouldn't work. He needed a new strategy, something that could penetrate the beast's defenses and deal real damage.

Lysander decided take significant risks. He steeled himself and gripping his staff tightly before making a decisive move.

Without hesitation, Lysander launched himself toward the giant beast, abandoning the safety of distance. The air whistled past him as he moved. He then drew his sword and began imbuing it with powerful Magic. The sword gleamed with a brilliant blue light as he channeled his strength into the weapon.

Lysander closing the distance and aimed for the beast's arm. He swung his sword in a wide arc.

The sword connected with the beast's flesh, cutting deep into its massive arm. For a brief moment the air was filled with the sound of tearing flesh and crackling energy as Lysander's sword carved a huge gaping wound into the creature.

"ROAR!"

The beast let out a deafening roar of pain. The sound was so intense that the very trees seemed to shudder in response. Dark, corrupted blood poured from the wound, splattering onto the ground and sending up a hissing steam as it made contact with the earth.

Lysander didn't pause to admire his work; he knew the beast wouldn't stay stunned for long. He quickly maneuvered away, avoiding the beast's wild thrashing movements as it reacted to the sudden pain.

The creature swung its massive arm in an attempt to swat Lysander away, but he was already moving, darting out of reach.

Despite the danger, Lysander felt a surge of satisfaction. He had finally managed to hurt the beast, proving that it wasn't invincible. But he also knew that this was only the beginning. The beast was enraged now, and the fight was far from over.

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