I Received System to Become Dragonborn Chapter 905: Disadvantages

The battle above the ground raged like a storm with chaotic form. Fire and vines, roars and acnient godly wrath crashing across the ash-choked sky.

Eccar could feel the shockwave of Erend's clash with Thar'Zul-Vekar even from afar.

The air in this place start to warped, the force trembling through his wings and making the ground beneath him quake. Still, he didn't look back at them for now.

Instead, he crushed another falling Ent beneath his taloned feet, his claws bursting with Earth energy as he shattered its spine.

The towering creature shrieked before crumbling into a pile of smoldering bark and black sap. But Eccar wasn't thinking only about the battle anymore.

He was thinking about Erend. About the ancient god and about the history of his kind, the Dragonborn.

"You've always been this." That's what Thar'Zul-Vekar said before with clear tonee of Accusation, their bad mory, and trauma.

Eccar roared as he brought his wing down with his Magic like a greatsword and splitting another Ent clean in half, vines and cursed flesh flying.

He was angry at the Ents, at this old god, but mostly… at the questions that were now gnawing in his skull.

He and Erend had always believed they were protectors since they have done so much to protect and fighting the threat. But what if that thought was stained? What if the power they were born into had once scorched worlds and killing innocents?

The Great Calamity had proven a Dragonborn could beco a monster. Could the ones before them have done worse and scorched this world into ash like this?

He gritted his teeth as he struck again, stone erupting upward to pierce through another Ent's gut.

"Damn it!" he snarled in his mind, frustration riding on the wind with his voice. "What were we really made for?"

He didn't know. But maybe this god did. And maybe, after the fire and the ashes settled, they'd finally have an answer.

anwhile, high above, the Fire Dragon clashed with the god.

Erend let out a roar as a ten ters of living fla and fury who tearing through the air. His claws slashed toward Thar'Zul-Vekar in a blur, fireballs exploding from his jaws like teors.

But the god didn't yield, they answer back.

Thar'Zul-Vekar move in the air, twisting their limbs with eerie grace. Vines wrapped around their arms like living whips and lashed out, colliding with the fire.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

…

Each attack clashed was a battle of two terrifying forces. Fla eating bark, ancient Magic resisting heat.

The god's moss-covered armor cracked and hissed where Erend's fire landed, but the god barely flinched.

More vines burst from their back, hundreds of them, writhing like serpents in a storm.

They coiled around Erend's limbs, trying to pull the Dragon down from the sky, but he spun and ripped through them with sheer force, wings blasting out shockwaves with each beat.

"You think your fire is enough to burn now?!" Thar'Zul-Vekar said with thunderous voice. "You once did burning everything until there is nothing left! But not now!"

Erend didn't answer.

He only surged forward again with his claws out and mouth glowing and send a fireball blazed in the sky.

Erend roared forward, his wings beating fast before he surged through the air like a blazing teor.

The sky around him boiled with his heat aura as he launched toward Thar'Zul-Vekar with claws ready and fire spiraling around his jaws.

But the god was waiting for him to co.

Thar'Zul-Vekar's vines whipped together, rging into a single massive tendril coiled with thick bark, jagged thorns, and pulsating veins of glowing green-black energy.

They swiped their hand and the vine snapped through the air at impossible speed.

BUAGH!

It struck Erend across the side mid-flight.

The force of it cracked the sound barrier. Erend's fla scattered in the air like shrapnel. He was hurled sideways through the sky, spinning uncontrollably before slamming into a jagged rock outcropping far below.

The ground shattered beneath him, fire bursting outward in all directions. Smoke and debris flew up in a violent wave.

Erend groaned while rising slowly from the crater he'd made. His massive, armored in black-red scales body should've ignored the pain. Normally, he would. Dragon form dulled the majority of everything until now. But this… He felt that pain.

His ribs throbbed. His wings stung. That vine hadn't been normal. It was filled with sothing old, bitter, and definitely divine power.

He hissed low under his breath, flas still flickering from his nostrils. "That was so ancient Magic. But it was still so strong."

Above, Thar'Zul-Vekar raised their hands. The air twisted.

Vines shot down again but this ti, they didn't strike like whips.

They ford into sothing that purpose was to pierce.

Dozens of thin, needle-like tendrils rained from the sky like arrows, each crackling with green lightning, green sparks dancing along their lengths.

Erend flared his wings and tried to dodge and launching himself upward but it was too late.

Three of them struck his shoulder, piercing through the scales and searing his flesh underneath.

He roared in pain, twisting in the air, flas exploding from his mouth in reflex.

He fell again, crashing back to earth with a shockwave of fire.

This god was stronger than anything he'd fought before. Erend felt worried.

Thar'Zul-Vekar hovered above the scorched crater, their eyes glowing with erald fury. Vines writhed around their body and lashing the air like furious serpents, pulsing with the sa ancient wrath that bled from every inch of their being.

Their presence warped the air, twisted the light. This was their domain. Their battlefield.

Erend looked up, his breath heavy, his body scorched and torn. He could feel the weight of the god's rage pressing on him like gravity, the scent of old rot and burning roots thick in the air.

It was true that this place was against him. Every piece of it rembered Dragons and fla and war. He and Eccar were at a disadvantage here. But letting this god cross into another world would be worse.

His wounds hissed with steam as his Magic flared, sealing his flesh and scales. Fire ignited again around his wings and chest.

He took to the sky once more.

"You cannot win," Thar'Zul-Vekar said with calm voice. "Your fate was sealed the mont you choose to et ."

"I'm not the sa Dragonborn you fought here," Erend said with his Dragon mouth.

For a fleeting mont, the god's glowing eyes flickered.

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