I Received System to Become Dragonborn

King Gulben walked quickly through the corridor of his palace, his long strides echoing off the marble floors. His expression remained composed but there was a fire of determination in his eyes. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulder as a leader yet he moved with purpose, knowing the lives of his people and the fate of his world depended on his next actions.

He arrived at the throne chamber and stopped before an unassuming section of the wall. Without hesitation, he drew a small blade from his side and made a precise cut on his palm.

Blood welled up and he pressed his hand against the stone surface. The wall responded instantly. A faint blue light tracing ancient Magical rune that had been hidden for centuries.

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The wall shifted and parted, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside lay a black book bound in worn, ancient leather. Its surface was engraved with silver symbols, pulsing faintly as if sensing the presence of the King's blood.

This was the Codex of Blood, a forbidden tome passed down through generations of Elven rulers. Only the King was allowed to access it, for the knowledge within held both great power and unimaginable danger.

King Gulben took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over the book's surface before he carefully lifted it from its resting place. The weight of the tome was familiar yet carried a heaviness that was not physical.

It contained spells and incantations that could bend the very fabric of reality and he knew he'd need every ounce of its power to create a vessel strong enough to contain the chaotic energy spilling from the battle.

As the wall sealed shut behind him, he held the book close, feeling the pulsating energy within.

"I have to do this for the world and for my people," he whispered to himself, and with one last look of resolve, he stood in lock the door to the chamber where he would begin the dangerous ritual.

King Gulben then stood alone in the center of the chamber, the air thickening with anticipation as he opened the ancient book. The pages filled with ancient Magic and the silver symbols shone brighter, casting a glow across his face. He began to chant in the ancient Elven tongue, his voice echoing through the chamber as the runes in the book responded to his incantation.

Slowly, the space around him started to shift. The walls faded, replaced by swirling patterns of light and shadow. He was opening a gateway. It was a private separate dimension that only the King of the Elf Palace could access.

It was a realm sealed off from the physical world and untouched by the Chaos Real. However, it was unpredictable and mysterious in its own right. This was the weapon his brother, Laston, had once sought to claim. A place of immense power but also great risk.

In this dimension, an Elf King could dive deeper and gain power beyond imagination. But the further one ventured the greater the risk of being lost forever.

Gulben had no intention of diving deep this time. He would only access the outermost layer, a space he had explored many years before. There, he planned to create a vessel that could temporarily contain and neutralize the chaotic Magic spilling from the battle above.

He focused his energy, directing his power into the spell. The air around him thickened as the gateway expanded and the familiar feeling of the dimension's presence washed over him.

The memory of his previous journey here steadied him. He knew exactly where he needed to place the chaotic energy. The spot he intended to use was a location within that dimension he had personally stabilized long ago. If all went according to plan, it would serve as a temporary storage place for the volatile Magic.

But opening this gateway and maintaining the connection required a lot of Magic energy. King Gulben's brow furrowed as he channeled his strength, the room crackling with energy as the portal stabilized. The chaotic energy from the battle above would need to be funneled into this pocket of space. It was a delicate and dangerous operation.

"I must succeed," he whispered, feeling the immense weight of his responsibility. "For my people, for my children... this will work."

He stood firm, ready to begin. The dimension pulsed, waiting for its King to wield its power once more.

King Gulben watched as the rift materialized before him. It was a swirling vortex of light and shadow. With a steadying breath, he extended his hand, allowing his spirit to separate from his physical form. His body remained motionless in the throne chamber while his spirit crossed the threshold and stepping into the realm beyond.

The moment his spirit entered, he was greeted by the sight of a vast and ethereal forest that bathed in a soft purple hue. The trees loomed high with leaves that shimmered like distant stars.

It was a place of strange beauty with an atmosphere both familiar and alien, a reminder that he was indeed in another world. The forest was not thick, giving him enough visibility to navigate the terrain and feel the open expanse around him.

King Gulben moved forward and made his way through the surreal landscape. He felt the ground beneath his feet, cool and soft like the moss-covered earth of his homeland.

After a few meters, he came upon a cave that he recognized immediately. His heart quickened slightly. But there was no fear in his eyes, only calm. He had conquered this section of the dimension long ago, and the creatures within it recognized his dominion. None would dare challenge his presence here.

With a deep breath, he entered the cave. Its walls glowed faintly, casting long shadows that danced as he walked further inside. The air was heavy with an ancient power that resonated with his own Magic. He paused in the center of the cave, feeling the pulse of the dimension around him, and then began to focus.

He close his eyes and reached out with his spirit, connecting back to his physical body still standing in the throne room. He felt the link solidify like a thread of Magic binding the two realms.

Energy surged through him as he prepared to open the channel, bridging his world and the dimension's pocket space. The chaotic Magic would soon flow and he would guide it here, into the place he had once tamed.

"Let the flow begin," he whispered, the words rippling through both dimensions as he initiated the process.

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