I Received System to Become Dragonborn Chapter 1392: Cornered

The battle within Leonora descended and beca far more desperate. The defenders still fought with everything they possessed.

The knights continued charging into the streets to intercept newly erging creatures while mages unleashed powerful attacks that lit entire districts with flashes of fire, lightning, and arcane energy.

From a distance, it might have appeared that the defenders were holding their ground to so degree. But those who stood on the battlefield understood the truth that their bodies were reaching their limits.

Hours of continuous combat had drained them. Their armor was dented and stained with blood. Their Magic energy was running dangerously low.

Many of the soldiers carried wounds that should have forced them into dical tents long ago, but they remained in the fight because there was nobody left to replace them.

Then the inevitable began happening.

Near one of the central districts, a newly opened portal erupted with black and red energy and unleashed another wave of corrupted creatures.

The knights imdiately rushed to intercept them before they could reach the civilians sheltering deeper within the city. The clash began as countless others had before. Steel t claws, Magic t corruption Magic, the defenders pushed forward with grim determination.

But exhaustion made even the most experienced warriors among them slower.

A veteran knight who had survived countless battles raised his shield too late, then a towering beast slamd into him with overwhelming force.

The impact shattered his defensive stance and sent him stumbling back. Before anyone could reach him the creature’s claws tore through his armor and drove deep into his body.

"NO!"

Several knights shouted simultaneously as they watched their captain get hurled across the street.

His body crashed violently against a stone wall before collapsing motionless onto the ground.

For a mont the surrounding defenders froze.

Then anger exploded through the formation.

"Kill that thing!"

"For the Captain!"

"Don’t let his death be for nothing!"

The knights charged forward with renewed fury. They overwheld the creature beneath a storm of blades and spears until it finally collapsed.

But their victory brought no satisfaction. Their captain remained where he had fallen. Dead.

The losses did not stop there.

Nearby, a group of mages struggled to maintain a defensive formation around wounded civilians. One of them had spent nearly all of his Magic supporting barriers and healing spells throughout the day. His face had beco pale from exhaustion. Sweat covered his forehead. Even standing seed difficult for him.

Then his spell circle flickered. The barrier collapsed. A creature imdiately noticed the weakness.

One of the younger mages saw it happen and scread, "Move! Get away from there!"

But the warning ca too late. The monster crossed the distance in seconds.

Its jaws closed around the exhausted mage before throwing him violently across the battlefield.

His body struck a ruined building and crumpled lifelessly against the rubble.

The surviving mages simply stared.

For a mont, none of them moved. Then grief and rage surged through them all at once.

"Damn you!"

"You bastard!"

"Burn them all!"

Spell formations ignited across the street. Firestorms erupted. Lightning tore through the air. Wind blades shredded entire groups of monsters. The surviving mages unleashed everything they had left.

Yet even as creatures died around them, tears stread down so of their faces.

They could not save their friend. They could only continue fighting.

All throughout Leonora, scenes like this repeated again and again. The defenders watched comrades die beside them. Brothers-in-arms died protecting one another. Mages exhausted themselves until they collapsed. Healers worked until their hands trembled from fatigue. Yet nobody stopped, nobody retreated. They mourned while fighting. They cried while swinging their swords and they scread in anger while casting their spells.

The battle refused to grant them enough ti to grieve properly.

From the highest tower overlooking the capital, King Garrie witnessed all of it.

Every casualty report that arrived seed more dangerous than the one before. His eyes traveled across the city and found fires burning in multiple districts.

ssenger spirits rushed through the skies carrying urgent reports. dical stations overflowed with wounded soldiers. Entire sections of the capital had transford into battlefields.

The king’s hands tightened around the stone railing.

He had already committed nearly every reserve force available. Every healthy knight had been deployed, every capable mage had been assigned sowhere critical.

There were no hidden reinforcents waiting to save the day. There were no fresh battalions ready to replace the exhausted defenders.

But there was sothing worse, the enemy refused to follow any predictable pattern.

The mont one portal was contained but then another one appeared elsewhere. Entire squads spent hours securing a district only for new creatures to erge behind them monts later.

It felt as if the city itself was being attacked from every direction simultaneously.

King Garrie felt himself running out of options. Not because he lacked courage or his commanders lacked skill.

But because there simply were not enough people left to fight every battle at once.

Far away in Drakenre, the King endured the sa nightmare. His capital had beco a sprawling war zone where defenders struggled desperately to contain the endless waves of monsters erging from newly opened portals.

Entire streets had beco killing grounds. Every victory was temporary because more creatures always followed.

The king personally entered the battlefield repeatedly, leading counterattacks and reinforcing collapsing defenses, but even his presence could not change the reality that the enemy never seed to diminish.

In Seraphele, Archmage Lisara suffered alongside the other mages. She maintained barriers, coordinated Magic defenses, healed the wounded, and fought corrupted creatures whenever necessary. But despite all of that, another responsibility continued hanging over her shoulders.

Like Velrion, she still needed to help decipher the formula required to rewrite the Sky Anchor. Every interruption stole valuable ti. Every ergency pulled her attention away from the work that might ultimately save the world.

The situation in Elaris was no different.

King Seradin watched his own people bleed while the capital fought desperately to survive. Soldiers battled through exhaustion, commanders struggled to maintain order.

New portals continued opening across the city without warning while the kingdom’s Archmage found himself trapped in the sa impossible cycle that consud Velrion and Seraphele. He fought to preserve the capital while simultaneously trying to solve an ancient Magical puzzle far beyond anything modern civilization had ever attempted.

Across the world, every kingdom faced the sa reality.

The Void Architect had struck with terrifying precision. The kingdoms were under siege. The Archmages were overwheld. The Sky Anchor remained unsolved. The expeditions were still racing toward fragnts that had not yet been secured.

No kingdom possessed enough strength to aid another, no Archmage could spare the focus necessary to fully dedicate themselves to the formula.

Every nation had beco isolated, trapped within its own struggle for survival.

They fought, endured, and they refused to surrender. But with every passing minute, hope slowly beca harder to hold onto because the darkness continued growing while every solution seed further away than ever before.

The world had not fallen yet. However, for the first ti since the crisis began, many people couldn’t help but wonder inside their hearts if they were actually watching the final days of their civilization unfold before their eyes.

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