I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Erend and Eccar left the throne room after they heard the king's decision, their boots echoing softly against the polished stone floor of the palace corridor as they walked slowly through it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The tension from their earlier conversation with King Gulben lingered, though none of them seemed particularly burdened by it. As long as the Elves were determined to handle the situation themselves, Erend and Eccar realized that insisting further would only be overstepping their bounds.

Respecting the king's decision, they chose not to interfere, simply hoping that the Elves' efforts would prove enough.

Erend then thinking to himself. The System had created a Main Quest to him - eliminate the Cyber-Mage threat.

But if King Gulben and his council could handle this on their own, Erend wouldn't mind failing the quest. If its considered a failure if he himself wasn't the one who finish it.

His feelings outweighed the need for System rewards. He can only hoped the Elves' pride and their preparations would be enough.

However, a small part of him couldn't shake the unease.

He had tried to explain to the king that this threat was unlike anything they had encountered before, but translating the concept of "Cyber-Mage" to a world without technology was nearly impossible. Maybe later he would try to explain again.

Ahead of them, the palace bustled with activity. Soldiers in gleaming armor marched in formation, their movements sharp and disciplined.

Mages moved with purpose, their hands glowing faintly with Magic as they prepared more spells to enforce the barrier. Servants scurried past with crates of supplies with focused expression.

When Erend and Eccar passed. Their heads turned toward them. The soldiers straightened, the Mages paused mid-step, and even the servants took a moment to bow slightly, murmuring their reverence. Their gestures were full of respect and gratitude.

Eccar noticed the reactions and gave a small wave, his ever-present smirk softening into something more genuine.

"They really look at us like heroes, don't they?" he said, nudging Erend lightly.

Erend gave a faint smile but didn't respond immediately. He could see the relief in their eyes, the feeling of comfort they felt in knowing that two Dragonborn walked among them.

It reminded him of the immense responsibility he and Eccar carried, even if they weren't leading this particular battle.

Finally, Erend spoke.

"I hope their confidence isn't wrong. If things somehow suddenly go wrong…" He trailed off, his gaze sweeping over a group of young Elven soldiers practicing their stances nearby.

"They'll manage," Eccar said, his tone laced with reassurance. "If not, we'll step in. they know that we're not just going sit back if it all falls apart."

Erend nodded, but his thoughts continued to swirling.

He was sure that the Cyber-Mage, Laston, was a force far beyond what these Elves had faced. He had warned the king as best as he could, telling them to expect an enemy wielding a vastly different kind of power — a power born of an unnatural fusion of Magic and technology.

But he hadn't been able to fully convey what that meant. How could he? The concept of technology didn't exist in this world, much less the advanced cybernetic sorcery Laston now wielded.

As they walked further, Erend's gaze lingered on the preparations.

Shields enchanted with glowing runes were stacked neatly against the walls, and archers tested bows strung with threads of Magic.

There was a certain beauty to the Elves' readiness. It showing their pride and centuries of tradition. Yet, Erend couldn't shake the feeling that it wouldn't be enough.

"They have the strength," he murmured more to himself than to Eccar. "But I don't know if their Magic able to stop someone like Laston who now must be already mastering Magic, and technology."

Eccar's sharp ears caught the words, and he turned to him. "Maybe not. If it comes to it, we'll make sure they're not alone in this."

Erend gave him a glance, and they continued through the bustling halls.

Few seconds later, Eccar's sharp eyes caught sight of two familiar figures. Two Elven girls, one a Mage with flowing silvery hair and the other an archer with her golden locks tied back, were weaving through the crowd toward them.

Their faces lit up with joy and sparkling eyes fixed on Eccar.

"That's my girls," Eccar muttered, a lopsided grin already forming on his face.

The girls hurried over, skidding to a halt before them and offering respectful bows, though their excitement was so clear.

"Lord Eccar!" the Mage exclaimed with voice filled with delight. "We didn't know you'd be back so soon!" Continue your saga on empire

"Neither did I," Eccar replied with a chuckle. "It's good to see you both. You've been keeping busy, I hope?"

The archer nodded eagerly. "Of course! But it's not the same without you."

Erend watched the exchange with a flat look, crossing his arms as he took a step back.

He could already see where this was headed. Eccar had spent quite a bit of time with these two before they go to his world, and it was obvious that the dynamic hadn't changed.

"Let's talk somewhere less crowded, yeah?" Eccar suggested, his grin widening.

The two Elves exchanged quick, excited glances and nodded, clearly thrilled at the idea.

Eccar then turned to Erend, giving him a look that full of meanin. It was the look of someone who knew he was about to abandon his friend to his thoughts.

Erend sighed, shaking his head. "Go ahead. Just try not to disrupt the preparations, all right?"

"Don't worry," Eccar replied, throwing a casual wave over his shoulder as the three headed off down a quieter corridor.

Erend watched them disappear around a corner, his sigh heavier this time. He couldn't deny that Eccar have his own charm. But he couldn't help but hope that their absence wouldn't hinder the palace's preparations. Losing one Mage and one archer, even temporarily, wasn't ideal in a time like this.

As Erend turned to continue his walk, he caught sight of a group of Elven soldiers adjusting their stances in unison, their faces a mixture of concentration and determination. The sight gave him some reassurance.

The palace buzzed around him as he resumed his silent inspection of the preparations, the weight of his own unease still pressing on his shoulders.

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Erend decided to look for Aurdis. The thought of her had been lingering in his mind. After asking a few servants, he learned that she was in Saeldir's chamber. Saeldir himself was currently with the king and his council.

He approached the chamber door, knocking gently.

"Come in," Aurdis's soft voice called from within.

Erend pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was showing meticulous organization and controlled chaos.

Scrolls and books were stacked neatly on the shelves, but the floor was scattered with open tomes and diagrams.

Aurdis sat in the midst of it all with intense focus as she studied a large tome. She was scribbling notes onto a piece of parchment in concentration.

"Hey," Erend greeted.

Aurdis glanced up at the sound, her silver eyes widening in surprise and then lighting up with joy. She immediately pushed aside her work, rising to her feet and crossing the room in a few quick strides.

"Erend!" she exclaimed. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, resting her head briefly against his chest. Even though they just together few days ago.

Erend felt a wave of calm wash over him as he returned the hug, his arms encircling her gently.

"I didn't expect to see you here again so soon," Aurdis said, pulling back slightly to look up at him, though her hands remained resting lightly on his arms. "So you know about the problem?"

Erend gave a small nod. "Yeah. I know. The Power told me. Thought I'd check on you first."

Her smile softened and her face turned a little bit grim. She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. She gestured to the scattered materials around the room.

"I've been trying to figure out more about the Magic Saeldir and I could use to strengthen the barriers," Aurdis said.

Erend glanced at the diagrams and notes, the intricate runes and symbols unfamiliar to him. "Anything useful?"

Aurdis sighed, her expression clouding for a moment. "Some, but not enough. If this Laston, I don't know if these spells will hold. But I'm trying."

Erend placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be alright."

Her smile returned, albeit faintly. "And you? Tell me what you know."

Erend hesitated, then shrugged. "I will trying to prepare for whatever comes next if the king's need help. Eccar's... keeping himself entertained, as usual."

Aurdis frowned at his words, her brows knitting in concern. "What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"King Gulben said he doesn't want to keep relying on us. He wants the Elves to handle this threat on their own," he said.

Aurdis nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "Ah, I understand. Please don't take this the wrong way, Erend. The king has to keep his pride. It's not that they don't appreciate your help—it's just..."

"No, no," Erend interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "I get it. Eccar and I understand. This is their fight."

Before she could respond, a faint orange glow began to flicker across the room, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The orb on a pedestal near the far corner pulsed and swirling chaotically.

Aurdis's eyes widened in alarm, and she spun on her heel, rushing toward the orb. "Something's happening to the barrier," she muttered.

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