I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 622 Taken Somewhere

Eccar's dimly lit chamber was oppressively silent. He can only hear the faint clinking of the chains that bound him. He sat slumped against the cold stone wall, his expression purposefully blank, concealing the sharpness of his mind.

He heard heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. Moments later, Krevak entered, his imposing figure outlined by the light.

The warrior of gods carried himself with a menacing air as always, his eyes burning with suppressed fury. He stopped a few meters from Eccar.

"You," Krevak began, his voice cold and sharp as steel, "will be taken to meet the true gods and goddesses. They will decide your fate."

Eccar tilted his head lazily, a smirk curling his lips. Despite the bruises on his body he oozed confidence, as if the chains binding him were just inconvenience.

"True gods and goddesses, huh?" he said. "And what's the grand plan for little me? A sacrificial lamb to appease them?"

Krevak's jaw tightened, the fire in his eyes flaring momentarily, though he managed to keep his composure. Instead of answering he see Eccar with cold disdain.

"Come on," Eccar pressed, his voice mocking. "At least give me a hint. Am I to be an offering, or do your gods just have a thing for Dragonborn? Because I've got to say, all this fuss over me seems a little excessive because I'm not the Dragonborn that steal your mighty gods power."

The chain of Krevak's control snapped. His fist flew and hit Eccar's jaw with a brutal force that sent blood spraying across the cold stone floor. Another punch followed, and another.

Eccar's head snapped to the side, his smirk gone, replaced with a grimace as the sharp sting of pain exploded across his face.

"Shut your mouth!" Krevak roared, his voice echoing off the walls. He stood over Eccar, fists clenched, his breaths ragged as he struggled to contain his anger.

Eccar spat a glob of blood onto the ground but his gaze still sharp. "Well," he said hoarsely, "that hit a nerve. I'm guessing I'm onto something, aren't I?"

Krevak knelt down, gripping Eccar's face roughly to force him to meet his gaze.

"You may not remember your crimes, Dragonborn," he hissed, "but your blood will atone for them. Whether you like it or not, your kind's legacy will pay the price."

"My crimes?" Eccar echoed, his voice laced with defiance. "You think I did something to your gods? I wasn't even alive when they fell. I'm not the one you're angry at. You're just blaming me for something I had no business in."

The chamber lurched again, rising steadily, until it came to a halt with a metallic clank. Moments later, there was a faint hiss as if a seal had been broken.

Eccar's mind raced as he pieced it together.

"An aircraft. They're moving me in something massive."

The chamber vibrated as if it were settling into place, and the low hum intensified into a steady roar. A sensation of weightlessness washed over him briefly as the aircraft lifted off.

"An airship," he murmured.

The thrum of engines melded seamlessly with the creaks and groans of the chamber, amplifying the sensation that they were traveling to somewhere.

He is being taken to the gods' world now.

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He flexed his hands subtly against the chains. Testing. Calculating. The room might have been a prison, but it was also a stage. His mind sharpened with every passing second, dissecting the situation.

"I will let them take me and get to the gods and their plans and learn more."

The chamber shook slightly as the craft adjusted course, the vibrations coursing through the floor making it clear that they were moving faster now toward some unknown destination.

The rhythmic hum of the engines grew louder, signaling their ascent into a place where the gods' world awaited.

Eccar leaned his head back against the cold stone wall of the chamber, and send message to Erend again.

"Erend, I think this Krevak is taking me somewhere. I think It's their real world. The invaders' home base."

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