I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 545: Vision Of The Past

Eccar saw the glimmer of shock in Miraslava's eyes after his punch, and it only fueled his excitement further. A grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with the thrill of battle.

Without wasting a moment he launched himself forward again, using his wings to propel himself with explosive speed. In an instant, he closed the distance and appeared right in front of Miraslava with his fist already swinging using the momentum.

The punch connected with an incredible force and Miraslava was sent flying back again, her boots skidding across the ground as she struggled to regain her footing.

However, Eccar wasn't about to let up. He surged forward and his eyes still burning with the same intensity, refusing to give her even a second to breathe.

"HAAAAA!!!"

His fists flew as he roared like a wild beast, each blow landing with brutal power as he pursued her relentlessly.

Miraslava gritted her teeth, her face contorted with struggle as she tried to fend off his onslaught. But Miraslava will not be defeated now. She promised to herself, her sister, and her kind to unleash their revenge.

In a flash, her body glowed a dark crimson, a surge of power rippling through her lithe body. Her aura flared and her speed and strength spiked more, her movements becoming faster and more ferocious.

Eccar felt the shift immediately. One of his punches met her greatsword and the impact was different this time, it felt heavier and stronger. Miraslava's newfound speed allowed her to weave between his attacks, her crimson greatsword clashing against his claws as she launched a counteroffensive. Each swing of her blade was now faster and carried an unnatural strength that tested his defenses.

A flicker of surprise crossed Eccar's face, but it quickly turned into a grin of pure exhilaration. The thrill of fighting someone who could push him to his limits was exactly what he craved.

However, at this point he couldn't help but wonder just how much power Miraslava possessed. Each clash between them sent shockwaves through the battlefield and with every strike, she seemed to draw upon more and more strength.

"If her power keeps increasing like this, just how much does she have?" Eccar thought as he blocked a heavy blow that sent vibrations through his arm. His grin widened despite the concern creeping into his mind. "If it's unlimited, this could be a problem." Discover stories with m,v l-NovelBin.net

But there was no turning back now. He roared again and meeting her blade with his fists, and the ground beneath their feet cracked as they clashed in a brutal exchange. The air around them shimmered with the intensity of their power and Eccar's eyes remained locked on his opponent, reveling in the thrill of their battle.

Miraslava herself right now were feeling a twinge of pain as she drew more power from the Great Calamity, the dark energy surging through her veins like wildfire. It burned as a sharp reminder of the price she paid to match Eccar's overwhelming strength.

But she didn't let the pain show and its actually not that bad for her after all of her experiencce. Her expression remained cold and focused, her eyes locked onto Eccar as their battle raged on. Her movements stayed fluid and precise as if nothing could break her resolve.

CLANG!

She swung her crimson greatsword with powerful force, meeting Eccar's blows with a power that matched his own. Despite the pain creeping through her muscles she refused to falter.

The dark red aura enveloping her body pulsed with the energy she siphoned, enhancing her speed and strength even further. Each clash with Eccar sent a shockwave across the battlefield and their power carving deep cracks into the earth beneath their feet.

But as she fought, a memory surfaced, a vision from her past that she could never forget. The memory of her kind – the Vampires – being slaughtered. The image burned itself into her mind as a constant reminder of the hatred she carried.

Long ago, her people had been hunted down, their once-proud coven turned into ashes by a relentless army. The warriors of that army had been fierce and strong but none more so than their leader, a Dragonborn clad in red armor.

His presence alone had been enough to instill terror among the Vampires. His scales gleamed like molten metal and his eyes blazed with the fury of a hellfire.

He had led the charge, he have sword that lit up like a fiery wrath that cut through her kin like a scythe through wheat, easy and quick. No Vampire could stand against him. They fell one by one, their fangs and claws proving useless against the might of his blade and the flames that erupted from his every swing.

The battlefield had been a sea of red, a mixture of Vampire blood and the crimson hue of his armor as he tore through their ranks. He was showing no mercy at all.

Miraslava still remembered the screams of her people, the sight of their bodies crumbling to ash. She remembered the rage she felt watching her kind fall and the face of the Dragonborn who had led their destruction.

It was etched into her mind like a scar that fueled her and Svetlana's hatred and gave her strength.

"I will avenge you all," she vowed as she pushed back against Eccar, her eyes burning with the same determination that had kept her alive for centuries.

With a fierce snarl, she lunged forward, her greatsword glowing brighter as she channeled more power.

Eccar saw the blade coming toward his head, aimed to decapitate him. But Eccar managed to duck just in time.

Even with his Dragon Scales, he wasn't sure if he could withstand that attack unscathed like before. At this point, Eccar realized he needed to be more careful. Even in the midst of all the thrill of the battle, he could still think clearly, showing just how sharp his mind really was.

After ducking, Eccar used his fist for an uppercut aimed at Miraslava's chin. With his speed, his attack landed perfectly. Miraslava was launched high into the air.

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