I Received System to Become Dragonborn

As the horde of undead emerged from the forest, Adrien, Billy, and Adrius sprang into action, drawing their swords and preparing for battle. The air crackled with Magic as they unleashed bursts of energy to repel the advancing creatures.

Adrien and Billy moved with practiced precision, their swords flashing in the moonlight as they expertly parried and struck down their foes.

Adrien's movements were fluid and graceful, each swing of his blade calculated to cut his enemies with maximum efficiency.

Billy fought with a fierce determination, his swordsmanship honed through weeks of training with the Elves and few battle experience.

Meanwhile, Adrius stood at the center of the battlefield, his hands weaving intricate patterns as he called upon the elemental forces of nature to aid him in combat.

With a turn of his anr he summoned swirling gusts of wind to buffet the undead, sending them flying back with each powerful gust. Flames erupted from his fingertips, engulfing the creatures in searing fire that left nothing but ash in its wake.

Together, the trio fought in perfect harmony, their movements complementing each other as they effortlessly dispatched wave after wave of undead assailants.

Meanwhile, Saeldir focused his Magic sense, reaching out to feel the subtle vibrations of the surrounding energy.

His mind became attuned to the mystical currents flowing through the area searching for any anomalies or disturbances that might indicate the source of the undead menace.

Beside him, Erend stood ready, his keen eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of danger. But his expression calm.

As Adrien, Billy, and Adrius engaged the undead in combat, Saeldir's senses catching on a dark aura emanating from a nearby grove of trees.

"There's something in the forest," Saeldir then informed Erend about what he felt and from which direction it came. He was confident that he could pinpoint the location very accurately.

"Alright. I'll go there," Erend said.

"You can handle it alone, right?" Saeldir asked.

Erend looked at him. "Why don't you want to come along?"

Saeldir shrugged. "It's not a big deal, so it's better if you do it alone. We don't need to attract too much attention by storming the forest together."

Although Saeldir's words had a point, Erend was sure he just wanted to slack off. But he didn't complain any further; he had already done his job, after all.

So he went alone. Erend left the house where they were waiting and dashed into the forest.

When he finally arrived in the forest, Erend moved with purposeful strides, his senses keenly attuned to the eerie stillness that enveloped the shadowy trees. The dense canopy overhead obscured the moonlight, casting a veil of darkness over the forest floor as he pressed forward, his footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush.

With each step, Erend's instinct warning him of the danger that lurked in the shadows. He pressed on, searching for the source of the undead that plagued the town.

The air grew thick with the scent of decay, mingling with the damp earthiness of the forest as Erend ventured deeper into the heart of the woods. His senses tingled, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy at a moment's notice.

Suddenly, he heard the faint rustle of leaves and the snapping of twigs somewhere ahead. His senses on high alert as he strained to pinpoint the source of the sound.

He crept forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at the first sign of danger.

As he rounded a bend in the forest path, Erend's eyes widened in shock as he came face to face with the source of the undead. Standing before him was a dark figure cloaked in tattered robes, its eyes gleaming with malevolent intent as it regarded him with a chilling stare.

Erend frowned when he realized… It was a young boy. His eyes alight with an otherworldly glow.

"Who are you?" Erend asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

The boy's gaze bore into Erend's soul, his lips curling into a faint smile. "I am the one who commands the dead," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Erend can not hide his shock. "You're the one behind the undead attacks?!"

The boy nodded, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "I have awakened the power of necromancy within me," he said, his voice filled with a chilling certainty. "With it, I can command the dead to do my bidding."

"What? How did a kid like you awaken it?" Erend was shocked. He thought that what was happening was some kind of creature or natural anomaly causing the undead. But it turned out to be just a young boy.

"Because I am talented! Hahaha!" the boy laughed.

Erend sighed. He felt that what the boy said was indeed true. He is indeed talented. But what he did was a mistake; why did he suddenly stumble upon this kind of dark Magic once his talent awakened.

'Anyway, I have to stop him.' Erend sighed.

"Pull all your undead from the village, boy," said Erend.

"Make me!" the boy gave Erend an arrogant expression as if he wouldn't be defeated. Then he raised another pack of undead from around him.

Erend sighed. Then he flicked his finger and sent a torrent of fire at all the undead, obliterating them to ashes.

The boy watched in horror as his minions were reduced to nothing but ash, his control over them shattered by the ferocity of Erend's magic.

"You... you can't do this!" the boy stammered, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief.

Erend continued to unleash wave after wave of scorching flames. The forest echoed with the roar of the inferno, the flames consuming everything in their path as they surged toward the boy.

Desperation flickered in the boy's eyes as he realized the extent of Erend's power. He had thought himself untouchable, invincible even, but now he stood face to face with a force beyond his comprehension.

As the flames closed in around him, the boy's resolve wavered, his control slipping through his fingers like sand. In a final act of desperation, he raised his hands, summoning what little magic he could muster in a feeble attempt to defend himself.

But suddenly, Erend was already in front of him. "Stop it or I'll burn you as well, boy."

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