I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 583: The Three Intruders

In the dim light of the underground chamber, the members of the Sable Covenant gathered around the swirling vortex. This was one of the marvel of alien technology that invaded their world. Its barely tamed by their most skilled engineers and Mages.

Its energy pulsated through the cavern, casting fluctuating shadows across their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and solemnity, as everyone knew this portal was more than just a doorway; it was their last hope.

Standing at the forefront were the chosen three: Elena, a fierce woman whose sword hung at her hip with a practiced ease, and her two companions, Darek and Tovan, both armed with swords of their own, their faces set in determined focus.

They'd been prepared for this mission for days, their hearts steeled against the uncertainties they would face. The Covenant had sent them forth with minimal ceremony, as no words could truly encapsulate the weight of the burden they bore.

The elder overseeing the portal's activation stepped forward, his voice low yet resonant.

"This mission falls upon you three alone. Remember, our future rides on your shoulders," he said, looking each of them in the eye.

They responded with silent, resolute nods, understanding all that lay unspoken.

With one last glance back at the their group, Elena and her companions stepped into the vortex, feeling its strange Magic energy pulse around them as they crossed the threshold.

The cavern and the familiar faces disappeared, leaving them suspended in the swirling light as they journeyed to an unknown world. The realm where they hoped to find the Dragonborn.

Elena, Darek, and Tovan found themselves spiraling through an unending storm of chaotic energy and a relentless torrent of force and light. Their senses were overwhelmed by the sharp stinging sensation that bit into their skin despite the protective layers of their black, molten armor.

The pain was sharper than they'd anticipated, shooting through them as if each cell in their body was being pulled apart, then forced back together in an agonizing loop.

Disoriented and reeling, they had no sense of time, lost in the ceaseless tumult of shifting sensations and wrenching vertigo. Seconds felt like hours, minutes like lifetimes, and there was no ground beneath them, only the whirling storm.

Then, abruptly, the storm began to ease, the twisting energy around them giving way to flashes of clarity. Blurred glimpses of vast landscapes flickered into view, each one spinning past them too quickly to comprehend.

And then, with a jolt, their vision steadied, and they saw it. They saw a massive gleaming white palace stretching upward, ethereal and imposing, like a beacon in the distance.

But even as their eyes focused, their minds were sluggish, each thought dragging slowly through a fog of confusion and nausea.

Before they could attempt to ground themselves, an invisible force seized them. They hovered in the air, held aloft and utterly motionless, caught in a spell that prevented even the slightest movement.

Their bodies strained against it, but the force was so strong leaving them suspended, helpless and vulnerable. Their minds remained fogged and their consciousness continue drifting uncontrolably as they floated and bound in some unknown spells.

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Saeldir and his three apprentices stood frozen behind the opened window. Their eyes locked on the figures suspended before them, three figures who clad in dark, molten rock armor that seemed to meld into their very skin as though it had been forged from their flesh.

Awe mixed with caution as they felt an instinctual danger. Memories of the Great Calamity as a big disaster that hit them still fresh in their minds, heightened their wariness. Every instinct warned them that nothing emerging from the vortex could be good.

Saeldir's containment spell held them in the air, his arms extended and fingers tense as he channeled the Magic needed to keep the strangers immobilized. His expression was fierce, brow furrowed in concentration. The silent question hung in his mind: "What are they?"

"They look like creatures of darkness," one apprentice muttered, unable to hide his suspicion. "Their armor is reeks of malice. They must be evil."

"Quiet," Saeldir commanded firmly, silencing them.

He needed clarity, not rash conclusions. He felt strange aura radiated from the intruders. It was bleak, shadowed, yet intertwined with something else, a subtle unsettling sense of desperation. They bore the essence of destruction, but also something more.

"What should we do now, Master?" asked the apprentice who served as the scribe, clutching his quill tightly, eyes darting nervously from Saeldir to the figures in the air.

Saeldir held his silence, weighing his options. After a few tense moments, he finally replied. "We need to detain them first."

"Why not destroy them now, Master?" another apprentice blurted out, his voice strained. "If they are evil, we may never get another chance."

"No," Saeldir replied, his gaze steady. "There is more to them than it appears. I sense desperation as well not just hostility. They may not be enemies."

The apprentices exchanged uncertain glances. Their senses were not as refined as their master's, and they struggled to see beyond the looming threat.

"Prepare the crystal cube for containment," Saeldir ordered with calm voice.

The apprentices sprang into action, quickly assembling the enchanted crystal prison to hold the intruders.

As they worked, Saeldir continued to study the strangers, pondering the fates that might have brought them here and if they had come as friend or foe.

A few minutes later, the crystal cube was ready in Saeldir's chamber. He swiftly brought the three figures inside through the open window. As he did, he caught a glimpse of one of them—a woman—looking at him with weary eyes behind the slit of her helmet.

Saeldir set the three of them inside the magic cube, securing it tightly. The figures stirred, but they still couldn't move much beyond faint shifts.

"Perhaps the journey across dimensions weakened them, Master," the scribe apprentice said.

"That's possible," Saeldir replied. "In that case, they may not be evil after all. They're not prepared at all if they wanted to invade."

"But... what are they?"

"That's what we're going to find out."

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