I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The giant spirit loomed over the battlefield, its body pulsing with dark energy as its gaze swept over the ranks of Elven warriors and Mages.

"ROAR!"

It then let out a blood-curdling roar, a sound that echoed through the sky like the cry of a thousand tortured souls. The roar seemed to shake the air, as if the air itself is straining under the sheer hatred and malice emanating from the creature. The coalescent of the creatures they had killed for centuries that lie in the ground in front of their wall.

Without any warning the colossal spirit surged forward, its movements swift and unnatural for something as big as its size. The ground quaked under its weight. As it charged the smaller spirits began to rise once more.

The battlefield immediately erupted into even greater turmoil. The smaller spirits charged alongside the giant like a horde of twisted ethereal soldiers. Their howls also filled the air.

The Elven warriors steeled themselves as the spectral tide rushed toward them. Their blades flashed in the dim light, cutting through the ghosts with practiced precision. But again, for every spirit they struck down another rose in its place. The cycle of attack and resurrection continued unabated, forcing the Elves into a desperate struggle to hold their ground.

"Hold the line!" one of the Elven commanders shouted, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "Do not let them overwhelm you!"

The Elven warriors responded with renewed vigor, their resolve hardening even as their bodies began to tire. They knew that failure was not an option.

The Mages remained focused on their task. They gathered together, their hands glowing with Magic energy as they directed their spells toward the giant spirit. Beams of light lanced through the air and striking the colossal entity with explosive force. The giant spirit recoiled, its form flickering and writhing under the magical assault, but it did not fall.

It pressed on, its rage only seeming to intensify.

King Gulben who was still hovering above the battlefield watched as his people fought valiantly against the spectral horde. His eyes narrowed as he saw the giant spirit continue its advance despite the mages' best efforts.

"Focus your attacks! We must bring it down!" King Gulben commanded.

The Mages channeled the last of their energy into a final, concentrated barrage of spells. The air around them crackled with their effort as they unleashed their combined attack, targeting the giant spirit with everything they had. The battlefield was bathed in brilliant light as the spells converged on the monstrous entity, each one striking with the force of a thunderclap.

At the same time, King Gulben moved. He flew directly toward the giant spirit. His body glowed with an intense light, the manifestation of his ancient Magic, as he prepared to confront the abomination head-on. He would not allow this creature to lay waste to his people.

The giant spirit started to sense the threat posed by the Elven King. It let out another deafening roar and lunged forward, its massive hands reaching out to crush the small figure in its path. But King Gulben was not to be underestimated. He dodged the creature's grasp with ease then rising higher into the sky before diving down with incredible speed.

As the Mages' spells struck the giant spirit, causing it to momentarily stagger, King Gulben seized the opportunity. He gathered his Magic into a blinding sphere of light. Then he hurled the sphere at the giant spirit, aiming directly for its chest.

BOOM!

The sphere of light struck with devastating power and exploding upon impact, engulfing the giant spirit in a blaze of pure energy. The monstrous entity let out a final, tortured scream as its form began to disintegrate, the dark energy that had held it together unraveling in the face of the Elven King's power.

However, a low rumble began to rise from the ground beneath their feet. The earth shuddered. The Elves who still locked in combat with the remaining spirits felt the shift in the air.

King Gulben furrowed his brow. His eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for the source of this new disturbance.

And then it began again.

From the very ground itself the darkness began to swirl. The scattered spirits coalesced once more merged into a single cry.

Another giant appeared.

King Gulben gritted his teeth. A seed of worry began to sprout. The realization dawned upon him—if this cycle continued their forces would be overwhelmed. No matter how strong they were they could not sustain this forever.

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Beneath the battlefield, deep within the earth where light could not reach, something stirred. Hidden in the shadows of the underworld, a creature lay in wait. Its form was obscured by the darkness but the gleam of its eyes could be seen—two lights that glowed with satisfaction.

It could feel the chaos above. The formation of the new giant and the Elves that begin to tired. It was pleased.

The creature grinned, a twisted, hideous smile that revealed rows of sharp teeth. It could sense the growing desperation of the Elves, their mounting fear as they realized the futility of their efforts. This was exactly what it had desired.

The spirits would continue to rise, their rage fueling the creation of more giants, until the Elves were utterly crushed. And then, when the time was right, it would emerge from its lair to claim the spoils of its victory.

The creature's grin widened, its dark heart swelling with pride. It could hardly contain its anticipation. Soon, very soon, its job would be done. The Elves would fall, and the creature would bask in the glory of its triumph.

For now, it remained hidden, content to watch as the battlefield above descended further into chaos. Its presence was undetected.

The creature chuckled softly, the sound lost in the depths of its underground lair. It was patient, and it would wait as long as necessary for the final, inevitable victory for the Great Calamity it served.

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