I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 721: Back To The Palace

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Erend stepped out of the portal, his boots landing with a heavy thud on the polished stone floor of Saeldir’s chamber. The air was cooler here, a stark contrast to the burning battlefield he had just left.

His body still radiated residual heat, the embers of his power simmering beneath his skin. But right now he already undone his scales.

The room was quiet except for the faint clink of porcelain. Eccar sat in one of the chairs near the window, casually sipping his tea, his golden eyes flicking toward Erend without alarm.

"Hey, you’re back. What happened there?" Eccar asked.

Erend exhaled sharply, rubbing his face with a hand. "I’m really annoyed ’cause I couldn’t finish that bastard there." He rolled his shoulders that still tense from the battle. "What happened to Saeldir and the rest who were already here?"

"Oh, Aurdis and the healer are tending to them," Eccar said, taking another slow sip. "Seems like it was quite troublesome over there."@@@@

"Yeah. It’s troublesome," Erend muttered, his gaze drifting toward the door. The battle had left him frustrated but more than that, he knows that Laston wasn’t done yet.

Something worse was coming.

Erend exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms as he leaned slightly against the wall. His mind was still racing, piecing together the bigger picture.

"What about the metal bird?" he asked.

They’ere still staying there," Eccar replied, swirling the tea in his cup before taking another sip. "I guess Laston still hasn’t moved it yet. Waiting for something."

Erend took another slow sip of his tea. "Difficult, yeah. But we don’t have a choice if the Elf don’t want to lose too much soldiers."

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The throne room of King Gulben was filled with an air of quiet tension. Seated before the two kings, Saeldir, Arlyn, Sylra, and Vael remained still while being tended by the healers, their expressions serious as they listened to the ongoing discussion.

Aerchon was absent, still recovering from the severe wounds he had suffered.

At the center of attention, Saeldir spoke with a measured tone, his gaze shifting between the two rulers.

"Laston has grown far beyond what we once knew of him, Your Majesty," he said. "His army isn’t just made of ordinary metal soldiers. They are crafted using an advanced technique that blends technology from that world with our Magic. These machines aren’t like golems or constructs; they can think, adapt, and fight with terrifying efficiency. Laston also have the same weapon wrapped around his body."

King Gulben’s expression remained impassive, but there was no mistaking the way his fingers tightened slightly on the armrest of his throne. Across from him, the other king sat in contemplative silence, his gaze sharp.

Saeldir continued, "And for Laston himself, he isn’t relying solely on his Magic or his machines. He has harnessed something else and using materials we don’t fully understand, but it allows him to enhance his own abilities beyond anything we’ve faced before. It’s as if he’s merged his own Magic with this strange force from that world, making himself into something far more dangerous than we anticipated."

"Saeldir is right, Your Majesty. He’s no longer just an exile seeking revenge. He’s something else entirely."

Arlyn, who had been listening silently, finally spoke. "I don’t know if we have the strength to stop him at all."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of their words settling over them. Whatever decision the kings made next would determine the fate of their people.

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