I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The creature was dead. Once more, silence fell over the camp like a heavy shroud. The soft breeze that had stirred around them—the one that had danced through the leaves and brushed their skin as Selene spoke in the ancient tongue—was gone. The stillness felt unnerving now, as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Selene stood rooted in place, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm herself. Her hands trembled slightly, though she quickly hid them behind her cloak.

The sudden lunge had shaken her. She hadn't sensed any warning. No flare of Magic, no shift in aura, just that hateful scream and the rush of claws meant to rip her apart.

The others were equally silent, processing what had happened.

The massive shadow's corpse remained impaled on Eccar's jagged spear of earth. Its twisted form sagged with weight and finality. But Eccar, calm as ever, made a flicking gesture with his hand, and the stone spear cracked apart, crumbling back into the soil.

The lifeless shadow creature began to dissolve instantly, its body unraveling into a wispy black mist that swirled gently in the air before vanishing completely.

Only faint remnants of its presence lingered in the silence.

"You alright?" Eccar asked Selene, which she answered with a simple nod.

"What did it say?" Eccar asked, his voice low and steady as he turned to Selene.

Selene's eyes remained on the spot where the creature had vanished. She took another breath before answering.

"It spoke of a harbinger," she said slowly. "Of a forgotten ruler of the forest. Something ancient. Buried by time and memory, now returning with newfound strength."

Eccar narrowed his eyes. "A ruler?"

Selene nodded. "It called them the old forest king, but it can also mean queen. Said they've been gathering power in silence… and now, the forest will rise to kill."

The air around them suddenly felt colder.

It proved everything.

All the suspicions they had since receiving the quest like the unsettling signs, the twisted creatures, the way the forest itself seemed to move with intent, none of it was paranoia. The shadow creature's words, spoken in that strange, grinding voice, confirmed it all.

There truly was something ancient stirring beneath the roots of the world. An old ruler. A forgotten power. The forest wasn't just wild like before, it was waking.

Selene's expression tightened as she replayed the creature's words in her mind. Mark looked between her and Eccar, now visibly more serious than before. Even Kaela and Thorne, usually composed, were left in quiet contemplation.

"So," Mark muttered, "your friend was right all along."

Eccar gave a curt nod. "Yeah. He always had a good eye for this kind of thing. His divining power's solid, too solid sometimes."

No one spoke for a moment. The wind hadn't returned. It felt like the entire forest was listening.

"There's nothing else we can learn from them," Eccar said at last, staring at the spot where the large shadow creature had disintegrated. "Shame. Would've liked to ask more… but it didn't give us a choice."

The regret in his voice was subtle but real.

Mark finally stretched his arms and stood. "We need to rest. No sense in staring at the ashes. Tomorrow, we move at dawn."

Everyone silently agreed. The tension was thick, but they need to recover a little of their strength. They returned to their places around the campfire. No one slept, they stayed together, warmed by the flames.

And when the first light of morning broke across the treetops, painting the forest in gentle gold, they were ready.

With no words wasted, they packed up the little supplies they use, stamped out the fire, and began their march forward into the deep heart of the forest.

The journey that followed was relentless.

Before, the forest tribes had watched from a distance like shadows between trees, or silent guardians who chose secrecy over confrontation when they see adventureres. But now they struck with fury.

Their passive vigilance was gone. In its place came wild and frenzied aggression.

The tribesmen hurled themselves from the brush, from treetop ambushes and hidden hollows, screaming war cries and wielding crude but deadly weapons. There were no warnings, no parley. Only attacks on sight when they passing by.

But the four adventurers were no strangers to danger.

Lesser parties might have faltered under the unending pressure, worn thin by exhaustion and fear. But not these four. Each of the tribesman attack that came was met with steel, spell, or calm coordination.

Their blades moved, the spells flared, and their formations held steady. Though the frequency of the ambushes was maddening, their spirit did not crack.

Eccar, walking among them like a silent mountain, rarely called on his true power as a Dragonborn. Yet his mere presence shifted the tide of every battle. When he did act and using his earth Magic to make the gorund trembled beneath a stomp or creating a stone barrier to shield his allies, it made a difference. A big one. The others felt it.

Mark, Kaela, Selene, and Thorne knew they could rely on one another. But with Eccar beside them, that burden lightened. The relief was unspoken but deeply felt. His calm in the chaos gave them room to breathe.

And Eccar himself, though rarely surprised, found himself quietly impressed by their skill and resolve. These weren't just capable adventurers—they were survivors, fighters, the kind that refused to break.

And then, at last, the trees began to thin. The oppressive canopy overhead gave way to open skies, and the twisted roots underfoot changed into firm soil.

They stepped out onto the wide and arrived at the worn road leading to the Qomore Kingdom.

Behind them, the forest loomed almost as if watching them go.

Ahead, the path to Qomore stretched open and silent. No more tribesmen and attacks came at them. Only the wind and the crunch of boots on the road.

They didn't speak much. Just heaving sigh of relieve. Then they just kept walking.

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