Erend continue walking forward and descent carefully as he navigated the shifting black sands. His eyes stayed fixed on the colossal skeleton below. His instincts scread that Eccar was near, sowhere amidst this unsettling scene, and the thought pushed him onward.
anwhile, deep within the shadow of the skeletal remains, Eccar found himself in a vastly different situation. The six figures surrounding him dragged him through the sand toward a dark looming structure embedded beneath the Dragon's skeleton.
For Eccar, the proximity to the skeleton was unnerving. The air around it shimred faintly and a barely perceptible pulse of energy brushing against his skin. The sensation wasn't painful but it wasn't pleasant either. It made him feel exposed as if the skeleton were more than a husk—it was watching and alive in ways he couldn't understand.
He glanced at the six figures escorting him. Krevak, with his gold coat, and the silver-clad woman had firm grips on his arms, their gazes dismissive as though he were rely a tool.
The others showed no sign of feeling what Eccar feeling. They stared up at the towering remains with disdain, their words cutting through the silence.
"Filthy creatures," muttered the crimson-coated figure. "They thought they could rival gods. Look where it got them."
The navy-cloaked figure gave a low chuckle. "Arrogance. Typical of their kind. They think that their power was infinite but they just beco a pile of bones here."
Eccar stayed silent and still acting weak as he had since his capture. While inside, his anger boiled. These so-called avatars of gods had no idea what it ant to be Dragonborn. They spoke of Dragons as if they were vermin, not realizing the strength they had. He can't wait to give them proof that their words are wrong.
The group approached the structure and Eccar's thoughts shifted to the massive edifice before them. It was strange, alien, and ancient. The walls were carved from smooth, obsidian-like material that seed to absorb light. There were no discernible markings or decorations, only an ominous black door that stood at the heart of it.
The door was plain and featureless except for a narrow slit running vertically down its center. It had no handle and no visible chanism, nothing to indicate how it might be opened.
However, as they stood before it, Eccar felt that sa strange energy—familiar yet foreign—radiating from it. It crawled under his skin. And he is the only one who feel it here.
"Is this the place?" Krevak's voice broke the silence.
"It should be," the black-coated leader replied flatly with tone as lifeless as his expression.
The crimson-coated figure stepped forward, his sharp grin widening as he gestured toward Eccar. "How do we open it? Do we need his blood again?"
Eccar stiffened, though he kept his face neutral. He can see that the crimson-coated figure's eyes glead with sadistic feeling.
"Maybe," the leader said, shrugging slightly. "I don't know the specifics. We have to try it."
The silver-coated woman exchanged a glance with Krevak and then as if coming to a silent agreent, they turned toward Eccar.
Eccar could see it coming. They will slice him again. They thought that he is alredy broken, beaten, ready to comply with whatever they want. But they were wrong.
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He had had enough of this shit. He already found his way here and the thing he looking for is probably stored inside that black door.
Suddenly, when Krevak's grip tightened, Eccar surged forward with sudden feral strength and yanking his arm free from the golden-clad avatar's grasp. His movent was so quick and unexpected that even the silver-coated woman faltered and her hold loosening.
Before they could react, Eccar twisted around then driving his elbow into Krevak's stomach with a satisfying thud. The golden figure stumbled back, gasping for air. Eccar spun, ducking under a swing from the silver-clad woman and aid a kick at her knee, sending her sprawling.
The other four avatars snapped to attention, their surprise turned to anger and they reached for their weapons or powers. Eccar didn't give them the chance.
Eccar summoning his Dragonborn resilience and he roared, a shockwave of raw Magical energy erupting from his body.
The pulse wasn't enough to harm them but it disrupted their footing and sent the surrounding air vibrating intensely. It was his opening, and he took it. Eccar dashed toward Krevak.
Krevak barely had ti to raise his arms in defense before Eccar's punch connected with brutal force. The impact sent him flying backward and crashed into the obsidian wall of the structure. A low groan escaped him as he slumped to the ground, montarily stunned.
The other avatars quickly snapped out of their shock, their expressions shifting to fury. They had underestimated Eccar, mistaking his false weakness for submission, and now he was proving to be a far more dangerous than they had anticipated.
The crimson-coated figure moved first with incredible speed as he dashed forward with a wild grin. Crimson flas erupted from his hands and he hurled a searing wave of fla toward Eccar.
Eccar barely had ti to activate his Dragon Scales, the brown and black energy flaring across his body just as the flas engulfed him. He gritted his teeth as the force of the attack pushed him back several steps with the heat licking at his armor-like scales. It was intense, but it still not able penetrate his defense. Smoke curled around him as the fire dissipated, revealing Eccar unhard and glaring defiantly at his attacker.
"Is that all you've got?!" Eccar growled with a grin.
The crimson-coated man's grin widened. "You're tougher than you look, lizard. Let's see how long that lasts."
As the crimson avatar prepared for another assault, the navy-blue coated figure joined the fray. His movents were fluid and quick like water, and his hands glowed with an eerie blue energy. He swept his arm forward, sending a wave of shimring liquid that solidified into jagged ice shards mid-air.
Eccar dodged, the shards narrowly missing him as they slamd into the ground and shattered. He countered with a blast of his own, summoning a spear of earth from the ground that clashed with the navy avatar's next attack. The collision sent shards of earth and ice flying.
The silver-coated woman recovered from her stumble and rejoined the fight imdiately. She extended her hand and a blade of shimring silver material ford in her grip. She lunged at Eccar and swinging at him.
Eccar raised his scaled arms and his Dragonborn armor deflecting the strikes with loud ringing clashes. He retaliated with a swift kick, forcing her to leap back to avoid the blow.
Krevak, now on his feet, wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, his golden coat glowing faintly as he summoned his power of golden fire.
At this point, the six avatars began to coordinate their attacks. Despite the odds, Eccar wouldn't go down easily—not when he was so close to uncovering the truth of this place and the strange structure they sought to enter. And he need to give them the right amount of payback for what they give him before.
Eccar gathering his strength and let out a guttural roar, his Dragon Scales glowing brighter as he unleashed a pulse of Magic energy. The ground beneath him cracked, and the air shimred.
This was only the beginning.
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