I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The clash above the Elf palace raged on and growing even more intense as fire, lightning, earth, and dark energy collided in the sky. The sheer magnitude of the power released from the battle sent violent tremors through the land and air, while sparks of corrupted Magic began falling from the heavens once more, burning like drops of twisted fire as they rained down.

Aurdis and King Gulben felt the weight of the corruption seeping into the air again. Her eyes remained locked on Erend and Eccar as they fought relentlessly, but she knew the corruption would soon overwhelm them if they didn't act.

"I have to go to the chamber, father," Aurdis said with urgent voice. "I must aid Saeldir in maintaining the protective dome."

King Gulben who was standing beside her with his eyes still on the battle nodded gravely.

"You are right," he replied, his gaze never wavering from the sky. "I, too, must act. I need to absorb this corrupted Magic again before it spreads. But... be careful."

Aurdis met his gaze, her heart heavy with the weight of the moment. "You too, father," she whispered, knowing how dangerous this task was for him.

With a final glance, Aurdis bolted from the throne room, her feet barely touching the ground as she raced to the chamber.

As the thunderous sounds of battle filled the air behind him, King Gulben prepared for what he must do once more. He stood with the leatherbound book and slit his palm, his eyes closing in deep concentration. With a slow breath, he began the process of separating his physical body from his spirit.

A soft hum filled the air, and then, a rift began to open before King Gulben. The space around him shimmered as the fabric of reality split, revealing the same dark dimension that had been used to absorb the corrupted Magic before.

His spirit separated from his physical form, a translucent image of the king rising from his body. His physical form then floated upward and soared towards the sky, flying high above the palace and toward the corrupted Magic that rained from the battlefield above.

Meanwhile, King Gulben's spirit drifted back into the rift, crossing over into the dimension where the cave located to contain the corruption. He materialized once again in the familiar cave-like space.

The corrupted Magic that Erend and Eccar fought against seeped into this place, drawn here by the rift he had opened, and it swirled like a storm of malevolent energy.

Gulben's spirit form floated at the center of the cave, his ethereal hands outstretched as he began absorbing the Magic, channeling it away from the real world. His face remained calm, but inside, he could feel the immense strain building again like before.

The corrupted energy was heavier this time, more potent, as though the battle above had brought the Great Calamity's essence directly into this place.

Outside, in the real world, his physical body hovered above the palace, glowing with the silver light as it absorbed the falling sparks of corrupted Magic. The dome surrounding the Elf palace flickered when the rain come down, but it held firm for now.

Aurdis, running through the corridors, finally reached the chamber where Saeldir was waiting. He was already deep in concentration, his hands hovering over the central crystal that powered the protective dome.

"I'm here," Aurdis said. She quickly joined Saeldir at the crystal, placing her hands on the stone, and immediately felt the pulse of Magic coursing through her. Together, they worked to reinforce the dome and strengthening the barrier.

Aurdis closed her eyes, focusing on the protective dome and praying that they could hold out long enough for Erend and Eccar to finish the battle.

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Above the Elf Palace, Erend and Eccar were struggled against the Great Calamity. The once-mysterious creature had revealed something deeply unsettling. Now they were sure that it was actually a Dragonborn, just like them. The realization sent waves of confusion through their minds. How could one of their own become the very thing threatening to destroy and consume everything?

Eccar couldn't shake the questions running through his head. What had happened to this Dragonborn? What twisted fate had turned it into the Great Calamity? Even in the heat of battle, his thoughts churned with uncertainty, and for a moment, doubt crept into his heart. But that moment of hesitation could cost them everything.

Erend, on the other hand, had no time for such thoughts. His fury burned too hot and wild. The words the Great Calamity had spoken still rang in his ears. Its dark and menacing voice carrying chilling certainty to them.

And now, as Erend fought, the knowledge that the ones he loved were directly below them drove him to new heights of anger. His focus was only one: defeat this monstrosity, no matter what it took.

Every attack that Erend launched was filled with the searing intensity of his rage. Flames and lightning twisted and exploded around him as he roared with a fury that matched the sky's thunderous turmoil.

Eccar also unleashed his power, but his strikes were more measured, still wrestling with the dissonance in his mind.

The Great Calamity, however, was not faring as well as it once had. Its dying form struggled, the defeat after defeat he had experiencing now forcing a grotesque transformation.

Blood-red scales began to cover its entire body, different from Erend's own red-and-black scales, these were pure crimson, like congealed blood that had hardened into an unbreakable armor. The creature's flesh seemed almost impenetrable, and its new form radiated terrifying strength.

The shift was horrifying. Its claws grew sharper, more defined, and its once vaguely humanoid form morphed completely. Red wings unfurled from its bac and its head elongated into that of a Dragon with burning white eyes that glowed eerily against the blood-red of its body.

These eyes, searing with intensity, were cold and lifeless — no longer the eyes of a Dragonborn, but something entirely alien.

As its transformation completed, the Great Calamity let out a roar, the power behind its voice laced with dark Magic. The force of it sent shockwaves through the air, making the ground beneath the Elf Palace tremble even more violently.

Erend snarled in response, his eyes locking onto the creature's new form. The twisted Dragonhead and those white, soulless eyes made his rage burn even hotter, though somewhere deep inside, he could feel a trace of sadness for what this Dragonborn had become.

But there was no time for questions or pity. He have to win.

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