I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Deep within the rugged mountains shrouded in fog, ten red-skinned, horned creatures moved cautiously through the dense forest. Their numbers were small—for now. But they weren't concerned about that. The most important thing at this moment was stealth, ensuring they didn't mobilize too many soldiers at once and risk detection.

After several minutes, the towering spires of white marble came into view, hidden behind an imposing fortress wall and shimmering with the glow of a powerful Magic barrier.

The ten Daemons glared at the distant structure with expressions filled with fury, though a trace of fear lingered in their eyes. They could never forget the last time they had been here — when the Dragonborn and the Elves' Magic had decimated their ranks.

"Are we certain about this?" one of the Daemons asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

The others who heard his words did not immediately chastise him for lacking conviction. Instead, they remained silent, for they too shared his hesitation.

But the leader of their small squad fixed them all with a sharp glare. "This is our chance to exact revenge! Have you forgotten what those accursed Elves did to us and our king?"

His voice was filled with rage, yet he kept his tone low, unwilling to risk being discovered even though they were still some distance away.

He stepped forward, his fiery eyes scanning each of his warriors.

"The last time we stood before these walls, we were forced to retreat, humiliated and broken. The Dragonborn crushed our forces and the Elves wiped out our brothers with their vile sorcery! But today… today we begin the path to reclaim our honor."

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His claws curled into fists, his voice steady but burning with hatred.

"They think their walls will protect them still. They think their Magic will keep them safe. But they are wrong! We are Daemons! We do not forget! We do not forgive them! And we do not stop until we have avenged our fallen king and comrades!"

The Daemons stirred, their doubts wavering against the weight of his words.

"Our king has given us this mission. We will infiltrate their damned wall and when that time comes, we will strike with a fury so great that even their precious Dragonborn will tremble before us. The Elves will learn fear and pain! When their city burns, they will know that the Daemons of Calamity have returned to claim our vengeance!"

A low growl spread among the soldiers, their hesitation fading. Their claws clenched and their eyes glowed with new fire that just been ignited. The leader could feel their bloodlust rising. This is good thing.

"Now," he said, "The time for hesitation is over. The time for vengeance begins. Stay sharp and wait for our next order. Moreover, right now we have this new weapon with us."

The Daemon leader patted the metal at his waist, his face splitting into a dangerous grin. All the Daemon present nodded, their jaws clenched tightly.

That's right. They had a new weapon, and they had witnessed its terrifying power firsthand. With this, the Elves stood no chance.

And so, the ten Daemon waited, shrouded in the fog and silence. They held their fury in check, ready to unleash it when the time came.

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The Elf Palace stood in vigilance. The air was thick with anticipation, carrying the weight of an impending battle.

Atop the walls, the number of Elven soldiers had nearly doubled. Archers stood in perfect formation, their silver bows strung with enchanted arrows that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

Spearmen lined the battlements, their eyes scanning the distant forest beyond the protective walls, watching for even the slightest disturbance in the mist covered landscape.

Below, in the courtyards and training grounds, warriors sharpened their blades and reinforced their armor, speaking in hushed tones as they awaited their orders.

The tension was clear. But the steady resolve of those who had defended these walls for centuries still can be seen.

Beyond the soldiers, the Elven Mages had also gathered in greater numbers than ever before. They traced intricate runes into the stone beneath their feet, reinforcing the palace's protective enchantments once more.

Lines of glowing symbols spread outward, weaving into the Magic barrier like veins of pure energy. Some Mages stood atop the walls alongside the warriors with hands already brimming with power, ready to unleash devastation upon any intruder that dared approach.

Deep within the palace, the grand vault had been unsealed for the first time in an age. Within its sacred halls, artifacts long kept in secrecy were being carefully retrieved.

Ancient staves were passed into the hands of the palace's most skilled Mages. Blades of myth were drawn from their resting places.

One by one, the relics were brought forth. They have crystals filled with stored energy, shields that could turn aside the strong Magic attack, and amulets that hummed with protective enchantments.

In the heart of the palace, commanders stood around a massive war table, their sharp eyes studying a map marked with strategic positions and possible enemy movements that came from King Gulben and his advisors.

As the preparations continued, a quiet but undeniable certainty settled over the palace. They knew the enemy was coming. They did not know when, nor in what numbers, and how powerful they are, but they would be ready. They must be ready.

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While in the chamber, Erend sat motionless. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brows, his expression showing clear signs of worry and restlessness.

Beside him, however, Eccar simply sat and enjoyed the food he had taken from the kitchen, unfazed by the chaos unfolding throughout the palace as preparations for war continued.

Erend glanced at him and sighed, somewhat amazed by his brother's composure. He should be acting the same way—there was nothing he could do to change the situation for now.

Aurdis had returned to her father's side, assisting in the planning and strategy discussions. If she wasn't needed there, she would go check on her brother's condition. She had decided she couldn't just sit idly by.

"This cake is nice, Erend. Are you sure you don't want to try it?" Eccar asked before putting a piece of rich chocolate cake into his mouth, then licking his fingers. "Hmm…"

Erend sighed. "I don't have much of an appetite right now."

"Well, your loss then."

Silence fell between them for a few moments before Erend finally asked, "What do you think Laston is doing?"

"Hmm…" Eccar muttered, his mind turning. "I'm not sure. He's waiting for something, but I don't know what."

"Right? Why else would he just leave those metal birds there and do nothing after that?"

"You think maybe those metal birds are just a distraction while he does something else elsewhere?" Eccar asked.

"That could be possible."

They fell silent again. Erend sighed. He was certain that King Gulben and Fairon had already considered this possibility as well. At this point, all he could do was watch and wait.

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Aurdis entered the infirmary chamber where Aerchon was being treated. She had decided to leave her father with his advisors—there was nothing more she could do there.

As she stepped inside, several healers were just leaving. They had ensured that the potion continued to flow into his body, and the incense meant to help him relax was still burning. At this point, all they could do was wait for Aerchon to regain consciousness.

Aurdis approached his bedside, her face filled with sorrow as she looked at her brother. She sat in the chair beside him and let out a long sigh.

Suddenly, she heard a groan. Aurdis glanced at Aerchon's face and saw him grimace sharply, as if he were in pain.

"Aerchon!" Aurdis called. "You're awake."

"Aurdis?" Aerchon's voice was hoarse.

"Yes, it's me. I'm here."

Aerchon exhaled weakly through his nose. "Has Laston attacked yet?"

Aurdis shook her head. "No. So far, nothing has happened."

"I need to get ready." Aerchon tried to sit up, but the pain in his body forced him to lie back down.

Aerchon clenched his jaw, frustration evident in his eyes.

"I can't just lie here and do nothing," he said, attempting to push himself up again. Pain shot through his body again, but he gritted his teeth and tried to endure it.

Aurdis immediately reached out, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You're still hurt. You can't move too much yet," she said, her voice filled with concern.

Aerchon's hands trembled as he balled them into fists.

"I know that," he growled, his breath ragged. "But do you expect me to just lay here while Laston is out there, preparing to attack? While everyone else is fighting, planning, doing something?"@@novelbin@@

Aurdis met his gaze, unwavering. "Rushing when you're not ready will only make things worse, Aerchon."

His frustration boiled over. He slammed a fist against the mattress. "Damn it, Aurdis! You don't understand! I should be out there. I have to be out there!"

His voice echoed through the infirmary, raw with emotion.

Silence followed. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he turned his face away, unable to meet her eyes.

The helplessness weighed on him more than the pain in his body.

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