I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 542: Anxiously Hoping

The two women clenched their jaws. Their expressions hardening after the taunt escaped one of their lips. Despite their bravado, they could feel the burning pain from Erend and Eccar's combined assault.

Their bodies and armor had been scorched by the explosive impact of the fiery boulders, but both of them possessed powerful regenerative abilities. The cracks in their armor mended swiftly, and the burns on their skin faded as if they had never been.

Still, they couldn't ignore the truth: the power of the Dragonborn was far greater than they had anticipated.

"We underestimated them," one of the women muttered, her voice low and edged with annoyance. Her red eyes flickered with a dangerous glint as she glanced at her companion.

The other woman, whose face was set in a grim expression, nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, Svetlana," she replied. "These Dragonborn are stronger than we expected. But that doesn't mean we will lose."

Svetlana's lips curled into a cold smile. "We'll split them up. You take the one with the earth Magic. I'll deal with the one who have fire Magic."

Her companion, named Miraslava, nodded once, her gaze locked on Eccar. "Agreed. Let's finish this."

Without another word, the two harbingers shot forward with terrifying speed, their forms becoming nothing more than blurs in the sky. The sudden acceleration caught both Erend and Eccar off guard. One moment the harbingers had been hovering ominously in the distance and the next they were racing toward them like crimson streaks of lightning.

"Damn! They're fast!" Erend hissed, his eyes widening.

Eccar barely had time to respond before Miraslava was upon him, her sword gleaming in the faint light of the vortex above. The two harbingers moved with fluid and dangerous grace when they swords.

But Erend and Eccar had anticipated this. They had already activated their Dragon Scales, the protective layers of scales now covering their bodies, giving them the appearance of ancient, armored beasts. The scales shimmered with power, their surfaces tough and nearly impenetrable.

Erend and Eccar chose to fight using their claws for now. The sharp, talon-like extensions of their hands glowing with their Draconic energy.

The sky erupted into chaos as the four fighters collided.

Svetlana attacking with her sword that blazing with crimson energy. She aimed a powerful overhead strike at Erend. He countered swiftly, raising one arm to block.

His Dragon Scales deflected the blow but the sheer force of her strike sent a shockwave reverberating through his body. Sparks flew as sword met scale and Erend's eyes flashed with fiery intensity.

He twisted his body with lightning speed, lashing out with his claws in a wide arc.

Svetlana dodged backward, narrowly avoiding the strike, her eyes narrowing. But Erend didn't give her time to recover. He unleashed another attack, his claws glowing with heat as he swiped at her again.

This time, his claws grazed her armor leaving searing marks across the surface. Svetlana grimaced, but her armor began to heal almost immediately, mending the damage.

Meanwhile, Miraslava was engaging Eccar in a brutal exchange of blows as well. Her movements were fast, her sword slicing through the air with a terrifying speed that matched her friend's.

However, Eccar was not easily outmatched. His earth Magic enhanced his strength and his Dragon Scales absorbed the impact of each strike allowing him to hold his ground.

With a sharp growl, Eccar swung his clawed hand toward Miraslava, the air around his claws vibrating with the power. The blow connected with her side, sending her hurtling through the air, crashing into the remains of a nearby boulder. She gritted her teeth in pain but immediately rolled to her feet, eyes blazing with fury. Discover more content at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

"You'll pay for that!" Miraslava snarled.

Eccar's eyes gleamed and his lips parted creating a wicked smile. "You'll have to try harder than before then."

Because of the battle that had begin, the sky was alive with the sound of clashing weapons, the crackling of Magic, and the roars of the Dragonborns.

Erend and Svetlana danced through the air, exchanging blows with blinding speed. Svetlana's swordsmanship was ruthless but Erend's claws were not less relentless.

Eccar also using his claws in brutal bone-crushing strikes that shook the air around him. Miraslava darted in and out, her sword clashing against his scales but she could feel the weight of his attacks bearing down on her.

The harbingers were now feeling the strain. Though their regeneration kept them in the fight it was clear that Erend and Eccar were formidable opponents.

"You're strong," Svetlana admitted through gritted teeth as she blocked another one of Erend's fiery claw strikes. "But we're stronger."

Erend's eyes burned with anger looking at the being who wanted to destroy the world he wanted to protect.

"We'll see about that."

With a powerful burst of flames erupted all over his body, he surged forward, claws raised.

BOOM!

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Aurdis stood by the window, her eyes fixed on the chaotic battle raging in the sky. The flicker of flames and the clash of Magic reflected in her eyes as she anxiously gripped her own hands. Behind her, Aerchon and Saeldir were focused intently on the large crystal atop the table, its surface glowing faintly with the power of the dome they were maintaining.

The strain was clear on the crystal. They had all felt the dome shudder under the tremendous blows it had just endured. The cracks that had formed earlier were signs of the immense pressure from the red spikes. But thanks to Erend and Eccar's intervention the barrier had not broken.

Aerchon exchanged a tense glance with Saeldir. The air between them heavy with unspoken understanding. They knew now, without a doubt, that the enemy they were facing was far stronger than the one they had encountered before. And it actually make sense cause they must be the last of them.

Aurdis's attention still locked on the fierce battle outside. Her heart pounded in her chest, every strike and explosion echoing in her bones.

She could see Erend and Eccar giving everything they had, their powers flaring like beacons in the darkened sky.

But the enemies were powerful.

She pressed her palm against the cold glass, wishing she could do more, wishing she could be out there with them. A deep pit of worry gnawed at her insides. She had faith in Erend and Eccar but still, she can't let go of her anxiety for the worst.

"Come on, Erend..." she whispered under her breath, her fingers trembling slightly. "You have to win."

The fate of the palace, and perhaps everything they fought to protect, now rested in their hands. All Aurdis could do was hope.

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