I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Yet, despite the destruction, Adrius' gaze was fixed on the figure standing a few meters ahead.

Theron.

The ancient Mage who now his enemy still stood tall with expression disturbingly calm. Not a single bead of sweat marred his face and his eyes were locked onto Adrius with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. The deep crimson coat he wore that look like it was made of congealed fresh blood fluttered lightly in the heated wind.

Adrius grit his teeth, his knuckles white as he gripped his Starsteel staff tighter. He'd given everything he had in this fight, but Theron… he barely looked winded.

"You're holding up better than I thought," Theron said with smooth and unhurried voice. His lips curled into a smile. "This is exactly what I expected when I returned, Adrius. A real challenge. I have to admit, it's been too long since I've felt this thrill."

Adrius didn't respond. His mind racing as he searched for some way to turn the tide. His body screamed for rest, but he couldn't afford that now.

Theron's smile widened. "I'm glad it was you, Adrius. Had it been some other Mage or even a random warrior, I would've been… disappointed." He chuckled. "They would have been far too easy to kill. But you…" He gestured vaguely at the ruined battlefield. "You've given me exactly what I wanted.

A real fight to test my might right now."

Adrius felt his heart pound in his chest. There was a horrifying sincerity in Theron's words. He wasn't just toying with him, he was genuinely pleased. Despite everything, Theron was savoring this battle like a long-awaited feast. The thought of it sickened Adrius.

"You're insane," Adrius spat, wiping the sweat from his brow as he steadied himself.

Theron's smile didn't falter. "Perhaps. But what is madness if not the pursuit of true satisfaction? And I've been denied satisfaction for far too long."

Adrius' grip tightened on his staff. His mind raced, calculating his next move. He then drawing in a deep breath, Adrius called upon the last vestiges of his Magic. His body screamed in protest right now but he forced himself to focus.

Theron watched him, his smile never wavering.

"Still fighting, even when you know you're outmatched. Admirable." His crimson coat billowed around him as he spread his arms wide. "Come, Adrius. Show me more. Show me the fire that still burns within you!"

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Lysander flew with relentless speed. The air rushing past him as the treetops blurred beneath. His eyes were fixed ahead where the battle between Adrius and Theron is now suddenly silent.

As he soared through the air, Lysander reached into his pouch and retrieved a small vial filled with shimmering blue liquid. It is a Magic potion that he fortnately had managed to grab before rushing into battle.

He uncorked it and quickly downed the contents, feeling an immediate surge of power course through him as his Magic energy replenished. His body felt lighter now.

"Good... still have enough for Adrius," Lysander muttered to himself, glancing down at the remaining vials strapped to his belt. But then a grim thought crossed his mind. He had no idea if Adrius would even have the time to drink the potion in the heat of battle.

"No," Lysander shook his head, determination settling in his chest. "I'll make sure he has the time."

With renewed vigor, Lysander's speed increased. The forest now just a dark blur below him. He could feel the growing intensity of the ,agical energies ahead.

Soon, he saw them. Theron standing tall with his menacing red coat like a flowing river of blood against the charred and blackened battlefield. Adrius was a short distance away, his stance unsteady, his breath heavy, clearly nearing his limit.

Without wasting a second he raised his staff, lightning crackling along its length as he poured his Magic into it.

"This ends now!"

He unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts. Dozens of them tore through the air and each one aimed directly at Theron. The sky above Lysander darkened as the streaks of electricity illuminated the battlefield, turning night into day for a fleeting moment. The bolts screamed toward their target with crackling sound of pure energy resonating in the air.

Theron turned his head slightly just as the first bolt came crashing down.

BOOM!

BOOM!

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The lightning bolts struck Theron directly and wrapping around his body as they slammed into him one after another. Each blast illuminated the night sky, turning the battlefield into a flickering and bright chaos.

Lysander didn't pause. He kept sending bolt after bolt, the energy surging through him like a torrent. The ground shook with the force of his unrelenting assault.

The monstrous red-coated figure of Theron was engulfed in the brilliance of the lightning, disappearing in the bright cascade of energy. Yet Lysander knew better than to assume victory. He needed to act quickly.

Without hesitation Lysander descended rapidly to the charred earth beside Adrius, landing in a crouch. Adrius stood. He is clearly exhausted. Lysander can hear his ragged breath and sweat that poured down his face.

"Here, Master," Lysander said urgently, pulling the remaining potion from his belt and handing it to Adrius. "Drink this."

Adrius took the vial and uncorking it quickly. But just as the potion was about to touch his lips—

CLANG!

A sharp projectile shot through the air, faster than a blink, shattering the vial in Adrius' hand. The glowing liquid spilled to the ground, wasted, its magic dissipating into the dirt.

Lysander's eyes widened in shock and Adrius cursed under his breath as the remnants of the potion dripped from his fingers.

Then, a chilling laugh echoed through the battlefield.

"Hey! No cheating now!" Theron said in mocking tone.

From the swirling dust and residual lightning his figure emerged, completely unscathed. "This is supposed to be a fair fight, isn't it?"

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