I Received System to Become Dragonborn Chapter 539: Decision To Leave

Outside the Dungeon World, beneath a swirling vortex of energy that had now beco eerily still, two figures erged.

They stepped through the lingering tendrils of magic. Their bodies draped in armor that seed to be forged from congealed blood. It was deep crimson mingling with dark black veins that pulsed with unnatural energy. The armor clung to their bodies and looked sleek, exuding a sinister aura.

The two won hovered silently in the sky, their piercing predatir eyes fixed on the vast structure below, the Elf Palace. Its protective do gleaming with an ethereal light and inside it were filled with vigilant elven guards.

Despite the watchful gaze of those below, no one noticed the intruders. Their presence was so well-hidden that even the most powerful Elves who have high Magic senses, including King Gulben, were unaware of the danger lurking above.

The taller of the two won surveyed the palace with a calculating gaze. Her eyes that gleaming with a strange allure, narrowed slightly as she broke the silence.

"Is this the place where the Dragonborns are residing?" she asked in a voice that dripped with honey of malice, her tone seductive yet dangerous.

The second woman, standing at her side, nodded slightly, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

"I think so," she replied, her voice softer but no less nacing. Her eyes glead with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "I'm curious about them... Are they really as strong as the Great Power said? Because if they are not that strong, it will not be too exciting."

The first woman's expression didn't change as she cast a sidelong glance at her companion.

"The Great Power doesn't need to lie to us," she said, her voice filled with certainty. "We wouldn't have made the pact if we doubted that."

The second woman's smile widened, a flicker of excitent dancing in her eyes as she glanced toward the palace again.

"Then... what shall we do?" she asked. "Are we going to attack now?"

The first woman's eyes darkened, but then she shook her head, a predatory grin stretching across her face.

"No," she said. "I don't sense the power of the Dragonborns here. They're not around. I don't know where are they going."

She paused, her eyes gleaming as she tilted her head back slightly, savoring the anticipation that swirled around them.

"Let's wait for them to return. When they do... we'll give them an exciting battle." Her grin widened, revealing sharp canine teeth as her eyes sparkled with a dangerous hunger.

In truth, both won could easily sense the presence of the Dragonborns if they wanted to. They had faced their kind before, hundreds of thousand of years ago, and though they had been defeated they had managed to escape with their lives. It was a bitter mory, one that fueled their thirst for vengeance.

After their defeat, they had sought out the Great Power, forging a dark pact that granted them strength beyond their wildest dreams. Strength they would now use to crush the Dragonborns and reclaim their honor.

The second woman's eyes glead with similar excitent, her smile growing just as wicked as her companion's.

"We'll make sure they rember us," she said, her voice filled with dark promise.

"Yes," the first woman replied, her gaze never leaving the palace. "And this ti, we won't run. We'll make them pay."

With a final glance at the Elf Palace, the two won faded into the shadows again. Their presence disappearing entirely.

They would wait until the mont was right. And when Erend and Eccar returned, the real battle would begin.

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In the heart of the desolate Dungeon World, Erend and Eccar stood amidst a sea of lifeless desert monsters. The dry sand was stained with blood and littered with the remains of colossal scorpions, sandworms, and other twisted creatures. The air was thick with the stench of death and battle.

Erend wiped the sweat from his brow. His chest heaving from exertion. His body thrumd with power. He had reached Level 79 now, a milestone that once seed so far away.

Glancing at Eccar, he could sense that his friend had ascended to the sa level. They were equals now, their power nearly overflowing, the strength of Dragonborns who had pushed themselves beyond the limits of mortal endurance.

They exchanged a look. Erend broke the silence first.

"Do you think this is enough?" he asked, his eyes scanning the battlefield, as if seeking an answer in the bodies of their fallen foes.

Eccar shrugged, a rare mont of doubt crossing his normally confident expression.

"Hard to say," he muttered, crossing his arms. "We're strong, yeah... but are we strong enough? If we're wrong, we could be walking into a death trap."

Erend considered his words carefully. They had fought through countless waves of monsters. But the uncertainty lingered—was this power truly enough to face the Great Calamity waiting outside this realm?

They both knew the Dungeon World had more to offer. There was still a BOSS waiting for them, deeper in the endless desert.

But ti was against them. The outside world couldn't afford to wait for them to defeat more monsters no matter how powerful it was. If they waited any longer, they risked losing everything they had fought so hard to protect.

"I don't think we can wait," Erend finally said, his voice firm. "If we go after the BOSS now, we'll be stuck in here for too long. And we don't have that kind of ti."

Eccar nodded in agreent, though there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Yeah... let's hope this is enough." Discover stories with m,v l'e-

They stood in silence for a mont longer, the gravity of their decision sinking in. This might be the last chance they had to grow stronger but the risks of staying outweighed the benefits.

They had to return to the real world and face whatever awaited them.

Erend took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. He summoned the portal to go out then the air around them shimring as a tear in the fabric of the Dungeon World opened before them.

The swirling energy pulsed with a familiar rhythm, beckoning them to leave the harsh sands behind.

"Let's go," Erend said, stepping toward the portal.

Eccar followed without a word, both of them casting one last glance at the vast desert. Then they stepped through the portal, leaving the Dungeon World behind.

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