I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 554: Shrinking

Svetlana's eyes that filled with hate and anguish locked onto Erend as he stood above her, his presence casting a long shadow over her. Eccar was only a few steps behind with his eyes that still wary as he slowly closed the distance.

The fear that once gripped Svetlana when facing the Dragonborn was now gone, replaced by raw despair and burning hatred. Her body trembled, not from fear, but from grief and rage at the sight of her sister's lifeless form.

"You monsters!" she spat, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. "You call us destroyers, yet look at what you've done! My sister, my only family! You slaughtered her like she was nothing!"

Her cries echoed across the battlefield, and for a moment, there was a flicker of doubt in Erend and Eccar's eyes. Explore stories on mvl

Erend felt a pang of something deep in his chest, a brief moment of pity. The grief in her voice was real and he almost wondered if they had gone too far.

But then, the reminder of why they fought surged back into his mind. It wasn't their kind who came here to destroy; it was hers. They couldn't afford to waver now.

"Don't act like you're the victim here," Erend said with cold voice, a flame of anger simmering behind his eyes. "You and your sister came to our world, threatening to destroy it. We defended ourselves."

Eccar nodded. "Answer us, and we'll grant you a quick death. Refuse, and your suffering will be much worse." His voice was like the grind of stone, unforgiving and firm.

Svetlana glared at them, her eyes burning with hatred but her lips quivered. She was silent for a moment, the anguish and fury battling within her.

But then, Erend who still caught in the heat of the intense battle lost his patience. He closed the distance and his hand shooting out to grab her throat. His grip was tight, flames coiling around his fingers as his eyes burned with a fierce light.

"Say it! Where is your master hiding?" he demanded, his voice a growl, his grip tightening as he leaned in close.

Svetlana's eyes narrowed, and then, with a defiant sneer, she spat in his face.

"I'd rather die than tell you anything, Dragonborn. You and your kind are nothing but destroyers!" she hissed. "Your predecessors slaughtered my people, hunted us down like animals. You've always been harbingers of destruction. The one who wiping out anything that stands in your way!"

Erend's eyes widened slightly, and he loosened his grip just a fraction as he exchanged a look with Eccar. Confusion flickered across their faces.

"Predecessors? What are you talking about?" Erend asked when he look at Svetlana again, his voice tinged with genuine surprise.

Svetlana's gaze was full of contempt. "You really don't know, do you? Your kind, a Dragonborn once ravaged our world. You slaughtered my kin, leaving only ruins and ashes in your wake. And now, here you are again, repeating the cycle." She coughed, her voice weakened but filled with an ancient pain. "You've always been destroyers, and you will be until the last of you is gone!"

Eccar frowned, his brow furrowing. "We've never heard of this. Our history speaks of peace and defending the realms."

Svetlana let out a bitter laugh, her eyes hollow. "Lies. You don't know your own legacy. And I'll make sure you pay for it, my sister's death will not be in vain."

Erend and Eccar looked at each other, uncertainty creeping in. This was the first time they had heard anything about other Dragonborn and their supposed dark past. For a brief moment, they stood there, unsure of how to respond.

But then, the rage that still boiling in his veins pushing him. Erend shoved aside the uncertainty. He focused on what mattered most right now and that is protecting this world.

Even if there was some truth to Svetlana's words, he believed deep down that whatever the Dragonborn had done in the past to them, it must have been necessary. The threat they faced now was clear, and hesitation could cost them everything.

Erend locked eyes with Eccar, who returned the gaze with a silent nod of understanding. There was no room for mercy, no place for doubt. They had a duty to finish this and ensure their world's survival.

Without another word, Erend's grip tightened, flames flaring up along his arm. He crushed Svetlana's neck with a single simple motion.

The sickening snap was heard and her head tore free, rolling onto the ground as her body went limp. Her lifeless form collapsed, the hatred and grief in her eyes frozen in death.

The battlefield fell silent, and the last remnants of dark energy dissipated into the air. Erend and Eccar stood over her body.

Then, Erend and Eccar turned their eyes skyward to the ominous red and black vortex swirling above them. Its furious spin intensified suddenly, and the black lightning within it lashed out in rapid bursts, crackling through the darkened sky.

They exchanged a grim look, knowing that the true battle was very close. The final confrontation with the Great Calamity would soon begin.

Yet, despite their readiness, a pang of fear settled in their hearts because they still hadn't uncovered the source of its life, the key to ending it all.

Then, in an instant, the vortex began to shrink. It contracted rapidly, its huge form collapsing inward until it was reduced to a narrow diameter of only five meters, a stark contrast to its once colossal hundred-meter span. The sudden change sent a wave of unease through the battlefield.

Even from a distance, they could feel the tension rising. Those within the palace walls, watching with bated breath felt the same growing anxiety.

They were all sure that thee vortex's shift was not a sign of retreat but a warning, a foreboding signal that whatever power lay within was about to reveal itself.

Erend's fists tightened, flames flickering around them as he prepared for the next move.

"Whatever happens, I can't let that thing win," he said with resolute voice.

Eccar nodded.

They braced themselves. This calamity was far from over.

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