The circular portal continued rotating on the corner of the chamber while waves of imnse power spread quietly across the hall.
Then four figures finally stepped through the distorted space one after another.
Erend walked at the front while Eccar, Aesa, and Sylven followed behind him calmly.
The mont all four Dragonborn fully entered the hall, the atmosphere changed instantly. Every king present imdiately felt it. The pressure emanating from the four figures standing before them was overwhelming beyond normal understanding.
The king felt that it was not an intentional display of hostility or dominance, instead they felt like it was simply the natural presence of beings who had surpassed ordinary limits long ago through countless battles across worlds.
For several monts, none of the five rulers managed to speak. The pressure alone made their instincts scream warnings inside their minds. Even the air itself suddenly felt heavier.
King Darius of Valdros unconsciously straightened in his seat while tension spread through his body. King Garrie of Leonora narrowed his eyes slightly as he carefully studied the newcors. The other rulers reacted similarly despite trying to maintain composure because all of them imdiately realized the sa truth that these four beings standing before them were beings far beyond the standards of their world.
Not monsters in cruelty. But in sheer existence. Even the Archmages remained silent while allowing the rulers to process the overwhelming presence filling the chamber.
Fortunately, the pressure eased slightly monts later when Erend smiled calmly toward them.
"We are the Dragonborn," he said steadily while looking across the hall. "And we’ll help this world with everything we can."
His voice remained calm and controlled, yet every person present could still feel the weight behind his words.
"I’m sure the Archmages already inford all of you about the current situation," Erend continued afterward. "The corruption, the matter regarding the Sky Anchor, and the danger threatening this world are already beyond the ability of any single kingdom to handle alone anymore."
His expression then beca more serious.
"So from this point onward, we must act together completely and discard any desire for individual gains or political advantage. If we fail to cooperate properly, a disaster beyond anything this world has ever experienced will eventually strike all of us."
Silence lingered briefly after he finished speaking.
But this ti, the atmosphere no longer carried only shock. The kings slowly stabilized themselves afterward. They were rulers who had governed kingdoms through war, famine, disasters, and political conflicts for many years. Even if the pressure from the Dragonborn initially overwheld them, they gradually regained enough composure to continue properly.
Eventually, King Garrie of Leonora stood first. Unlike before, his deanor now carried noticeably more caution and respect.
"I am King Garrie of Leonora," he introduced himself calmly again even though he had t Erend before. "Leonora is grateful for the assistance you have already given our world."
Soon after, another ruler stepped forward.
"I am King Darius of Valdros," the scarred ruler said firmly. Despite his imposing appearance and military temperant, his voice now sounded far less forceful than earlier. "If cooperation is necessary for survival, then Valdros will participate fully."
The king beside him then nodded slightly before introducing himself as well.
"King Sheron of Seraphelle," he said. His appearance looked refined and disciplined while his sharp eyes constantly observed the Dragonborn carefully. "Our kingdom already understands the severity of the corruption spreading across the world."
Another ruler soon followed.
"I am King Valor of Drakenre," the older king spoke in a lower tone. His presence carried the cold and calculating atmosphere common among the people of Drakenre. "If rewriting the Sky Anchor is truly possible, then we are prepared to commit our resources toward that objective."
Finally, the last ruler introduced himself.
"King Seradin of Elaris," he said with composed dignity. "At this point, preserving the stability of the world matters more than the interests of individual kingdoms. I agree with that."
One by one, the introductions finished.
Erend smiled faintly after hearing the responses from the rulers. At the very least, none of them tried to deny the reality of the situation anymore.
"Then let’s proceed with the next phase imdiately," Erend said while looking across the hall. "The longer we delay, the worse the corruption will beco."
But before the discussion could continue further, King Darius suddenly raised one hand slightly.
"I apologize," he said while looking directly toward Erend, Eccar, Aesa, and Sylven. "But I need to ask sothing first."
The atmosphere shifted slightly afterward.
Darius leaned forward slowly in his seat, his hardened eyes studying the four Dragonborn carefully. Years of ruling Valdros and surviving countless wars had shaped him into soone who distrusted anything offered too easily.
"What exactly do all of you gain from helping us?" he asked bluntly.
Silence settled briefly throughout the chamber after that question.
The other rulers did not interrupt because, truthfully, part of them had wondered about the sa thing as well. The scale of assistance the Dragonborn offered was far beyond ordinary cooperation. Beings this powerful rarely acted without purpose.
Erend glanced sideways toward Eccar, Aesa, and Sylven.
The four of them had already expected this kind of question to appear eventually.
Then Erend gave a small nod toward Sylven.
Sylven understood imdiately.
The young-looking Dragonborn stepped forward calmly while the faint aura of ancient Draconic power surrounding him quietly filled the hall again.
"I have protected this world for thousands of years," Sylven said steadily. "And I never did it for personal gain. You don’t even know that I exist."
The rulers imdiately focused their attention toward him.
Despite the childish appearance of his body, the pressure emanating from Sylven felt ancient and overwhelmingly real. It carried the sa imnse Draconic presence as the other three Dragonborn standing beside him.
"I ask only that you trust us," Sylven continued calmly.
King Darius remained silent afterward while carefully observing him.
The rulers still found it difficult to fully reconcile Sylven’s youthful appearance with the ancient existence he claid to be, but none of them doubted his power anymore. The aura surrounding him alone already erased most suspicion regarding whether he truly was a Dragonborn.
Then King Valor of Drakenre spoke next.
"You truly expect nothing in return?" he asked carefully.
Eccar suddenly snorted from the side before answering casually.
"We’re Dragonborn," he said. "What exactly do you think we need from your kingdoms? We already have more than enough of everything."
That answer caused several of the kings to exchange glances quietly.
And the more they thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded.
If the Dragonborn truly wanted wealth, territory, influence, or resources, there would be little anyone in this world could realistically do to stop them from simply taking it by force. Yet instead of demanding tribute or control, these beings had repeatedly defended kingdoms and fought the corruption directly.
Slowly, the remaining tension regarding their motives began fading.
Eventually, the rulers fully accepted the reality before them.
The Dragonborn were genuinely trying to save the world.
After that, the atmosphere inside the hall finally beca more unified than before. The kings no longer wasted ti questioning intentions or political advantages. Discussions imdiately shifted toward preparations, military mobilization, fragnt recovery expeditions, defensive operations, Magical containnt strategies, and cooperation between kingdoms.
Every ruler present already understood one simple truth clearly. If they continued wasting ti, their world might not survive long enough for another eting like this again.
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