I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 490: Begin The Searching

Inside the grand council chamber the atmosphere was thick with tension. The flickering Magic light cast long shadows across the stone walls.

The table in the center was surrounded by King Gulben, Aurdis, Aerchon, and Saeldir, along with a handful of other Elves who bore the weight of leadership.

Erend and Eccar stood at the head of the table, their expressions grim. The two of them immediately called this meeting in the wake of their return because they need to hear the details. As the two Dragonborn began to speak it quickly became clear that the news they brought was far from triumphant.

"The creature we faced inside the vortex was powerful, but it wasn't the end," Erend began. He glanced around the room, noting the attentive faces of the council members. "What we fought was only a fragment… a piece of the Great Calamity. It wasn't the true source of the darkness that threatens our world."

Eccar nodded in agreement, his tone somber as he added, "The being we encountered taunted us, warning that it was merely one of many. The Great Calamity remains intact, somewhere out there, gathering strength. All we did was buy ourselves a little time."

The room fell into a heavy silence, their revelation sinking in. The Elves had celebrated what they believed was a final victory but now that belief was shattered, replaced by a deep and unsettling dread again.

King Gulben was the first to speak.

"We cannot afford to be complacent, then. This… postponement… must be turned to our advantage."

Aurdis's eyes never left Erend's face, her expression is full of worry. She could sense the strain in his voice, the burden of the knowledge he now carried.

"What do you propose we do next?" she asked.

"We need to locate the true source of the Great Calamity. Whatever it is, wherever it's hiding, we need to find it and destroy it before it can unleash its full power. But we can't do that alone. We need to gather our forces, prepare for a worse fight," Erend explained.

Aerchon, who had remained silent until now, leaned forward with skeptical expression. "And how do you propose we find this source? If it's as well-hidden as you say."

"We'll go back," Eccar said firmly. "Erend and I will return to that place, to the vortex, and we'll search for it ourselves. We won't stop until we've found the source of this damned creature."

There was a brief pause as the weight of Eccar's words settled over the council. The dangers of returning to such a hostile environment were obvious, but Eccar and Erend looks like they have reached the final decision.

"But while we're there," Eccar continued, "those of you here can't remain idle. The Great Calamity's core—what we believe to be something that looks like a lump of flesh—is likely the heart of its power. It's hidden, but it can't remain hidden forever. We need everyone to search for any sign, any clue that might lead us to it.

Whether it's in ancient texts, hidden artifacts, or even the whisper of a legend passed down through generations, we need to uncover everything we can."

Erend nodded in agreement, stepping forward to explain further.

"This lump of flesh… it's not just some part of the creature. We believe it's the core, the very essence of the Great Calamity. Destroying it might be the only way to truly end this threat. When we faced that shadowy figure, it was clear that it was protecting something much greater, something it didn't want us to find."

The room was silent, each member of the council digesting what Erend and Eccar were saying. The notion that the true core of the Great Calamity could be something as tangible—and as vulnerable—as a lump of flesh was both terrifying and oddly hopeful. If they could find it, they might have a chance to end this threat once and for all.

Saeldir who had been quietly listening to the discussion now spoke up. "If this lump of flesh is indeed the core of the Great Calamity, then it may be mentioned in the old scrolls and tomes, perhaps even hinted at in ancient artifacts we've yet to fully understand."

His eyes gleamed with a newfound idea of what they can do. "I will search again into our oldest records, seek out the forgotten knowledge that might help us locate this core. I will gather them, study them, and see if they hold the answers we need."

King Gulben nodded approvingly, he said. "We'll use every resource at our disposal. Our survival depends on it."

Aurdis tightened her grip on Erend's hand, her concern evident but her resolve unshaken. "We'll find it," she said softly, but her voice carried strength.

Aerchon finally nodded as well. Though he remained skeptical he could not deny Erend and Eccar's dtermination to go back there.

"If you're going back there, then we will do everything we can on our end," Aerchon said.

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In the secluded chamber within the Astoria Kingdom, Adrius stood by the window, his sharp eyes fixed on the sky above. The once-turbulent vortex that had threatened to swallow them had ceased its violent spinning, now hanging in an unnatural stillness. The sky which had been a swirling mass of dark energy was now eerily quiet. Though, he knew the danger is still there.

Adrius knew exactly what had caused this sudden halt. He could feel the faint, lingering traces of power that had forced the vortex to stop—power that was unmistakably Erend's. A subtle energy pulsed in the air, a resonance that only someone of Adrius's immense skill could detect.

He let out a small, satisfied breath. "So, you've done it," Adrius murmured to himself. "For now, at least."

The silence of the chamber was broken by the sound of footsteps behind him. Adrius turned slightly, his gaze shifting from the sky to the figure approaching him. It was Lysander with his expression a mix of excitement and urgency.

"I've found something, sir," Lysander said, holding up a dust-covered tome. "In the oldest stacks of books, buried beneath centuries of neglect… but I believe it's what we've been searching for."

Adrius's interest piqued, and he turned fully to face Lysander. "Show me," he said, his voice carrying the weight of command and curiosity.

Lysander quickly laid the ancient book on the table, its worn cover revealing the faint outlines of archaic symbols. As he opened it, the pages crackled with age, and the faint scent of forgotten knowledge filled the air.

Adrius leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the faded text and intricate illustrations. Whatever was contained within these pages had the potential to be invaluable—and possibly, crucial for their battle.

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