I Received System to Become Dragonborn

But for Theron, each blow was more than just physical pain, it was humiliation.

"How dare… How dare this creature…! *

The thought festered in his mind and growing like a poison. "I am the chosen harbinger of the Great Calamity. The blessed one. This lowly Dragonborn dares to push me into this state?!"

Theron's rage boiled over like an inferno that threatening to consume him from the inside. The sharp sting of Erend's fists wasn't what burned. It was the audacity of the situation. "How could I—blessed by the Great Power itself—be humiliated like this?!"

His fury mounted with every second Erend's fists connected. Each blow driving him deeper into a haze of anger. Theron's eyes blazed and look bloodshot filled with loathing. The weight of his rage pushed against the very Magic binding him to the earth.

"HRAAAAARRGHH!"

Finally he roared.

"NO! THIS… THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN!"

His voice booming like thunder. His aura flared violently, a chaotic mix of crimson and black that swirled around him like a storm. The tendrils of dark energy snapped and lashed out. Their power growing as they fed off Theron's escalating wrath.

Erend's smile wavered for a moment as he felt the shift. His fists slowed and he stepped back. He looking at the sudden surge in Theron's energy. There was a dangerous intensity in the air now. He felt it as something that primal and uncontrollable.

The darkness around Theron thickened and the ground beneath them trembled, cracks spider-webbing out from where he stood.

Theron's eyes locked onto Erend. That eyes burning with a mix of hatred and disbelief.

"You dare think you can defeat me?" His voice was guttural, twisted by his rage. It almost sounded like a voice that belong to a human. "I am the harbinger of the Great Calamity! Blessed with power beyond your limit!"

The air around him warped, the dark energy flaring out wildly, making it difficult for Erend to predict his next move.

At that moment Erend hesitated, weighing his options. He could feel the growing danger radiating from Theron. The energy reaching unstable levels. This was no longer a simple fight of strength. Theron was tapping into something much more dangerous.

With a quick decision he pushed off the ground then leaping back to put distance between them. His body twisted mid-air and he landed several more meters away. He couldn't afford to reveal more of his power yet, but Theron's rage was pushing him the situation that make him unsure.

"Damn this thing is annoying as fuck!" Erend thought angrily.

Theron's aura flared again and the shadows of the unknown power coiling tighter around him. He was panting, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, but the madness in his eyes only deepened.

"You think distancing yourself will save you? I am far beyond anything you can imagine now!"

Erend's gaze remained calm, though his heart raced in anticipation. "If I'm not careful, he might actually break through something beyond our power. Adrius and Lysander need to be ready."

Erend glanced over his shoulder and saw Lysander and Adrius already in position. He could sense their Magic energy pulsing back to full strength. His smile widened.

"Yeah, I thought so."

Erend turning back to face Theron and narrowed his eyes. The harbinger was no longer like a human. His blood-red armor had morphed into something grotesque, dark, writhing tentacles of energy flared around his body slithering like living serpent.

Theron's eyes now completely black and had lost all trace of humanity. Though, he didn't if he even human before, at least he look like one before this transformation.

There was no calculation, no strategy in his gaze anymore. Only rage. Only the hunger to kill. And Erend was sure that its all directed at him.

Theron's steps were slow but rigid and each one cracking the scorched earth beneath him as he moved forward. His focus entirely locked on Erend. He was a creature driven by pure instinct now. Just a twisted puppet of the Great Calamity and Erend was the only target in his vision.

But just as Theron drew closer, a sudden burst of energy flared behind Erend. Lysander and Adrius landed beside him, their Magic already swirling with deadly intent.

"We're ready." Adrius said with sharp voice.

Without wasting a second the two Archmage launched their attacks. Lysander conjured swirling gusts of wind now, sending razor-sharp gales that cut through the air. While Adrius summoned an intense beam of fire, crackling with hot energy as it shot directly toward Theron.

Erend stepped back, watching carefully. He had no intention of jumping in yet.

"Let them wear him down first." His eyes scanned the battlefield, looking for that perfect opening. "When the time comes… I'll give him a powerful strike, yes. That's the best plan for now."

"ROAR!"

Theron roared a primal roar as the attacks slammed into him. The wind gales tore through his red armor, ripping pieces of the crimson tendrils apart, while Adrius's elemental beam struck him squarely in the chest, pushing him back.

But instead of retreating Theron seemed to absorb the pain, his black eyes widening in fury as he staggered, his monstrous form pushing forward through the storm of Magic.

Erend's fists clenched at his sides, his instincts ready. "Just a little more…"

Lysander and Adrius launched a relentless barrage of attacks, their combined Magic filling the air with violent bursts of energy. Both of them could feel it now. Something had shifted.

Despite his towering rage and monstrous transformation Theron was faltering. His power is diminishing.

The once impenetrable blood-red armor now flaring like wild tentacles and it wasn't regenerating as quickly. His movements while still powerful, were slowing, becoming more sluggish with each passing moment.

"He's weakening!" Adrius shouted, his voice filled with both disbelief and hope. His hands glowed with renewed intensity, channeling another surge of energy that shot toward Theron like a pillar of light.

Lysander nodded in agreement. "Keep pushing, master! We're getting through!"

His wind Magic whipped into a tornado and he combining it with his lightning attack. The lightning tornado spinning faster and faster, tearing through the ground and sending waves of debris toward the harbinger.

Theron roared again, his voice echoing with frustration and fury. His black eyes burned with hatred as he struggled to push forward but for the first time, he was being forced back. The relentless assault was taking its toll, and the strength granted by the Great Calamity no longer seemed invincible.

Erend watched from the side, his sharp gaze never leaving Theron's form. He could see it too. The cracks in Theron's defenses, the sluggishness in his movements.

"There it is, we will hill him right now!"

He knew the moment was here, the moment when Theron is at his weakest.

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