I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 568: Battle In The Sky, Again

The clash above the Elf palace raged on and growing even more intense as fire, lightning, earth, and dark energy collided in the sky. The sheer magnitude of the power released from the battle sent violent tremors through the land and air, while sparks of corrupted Magic began falling from the heavens once more, burning like drops of twisted fire as they rained down.

Aurdis and King Gulben felt the weight of the corruption seeping into the air again. Her eyes remained locked on Erend and Eccar as they fought relentlessly, but she knew the corruption would soon overwhelm them if they didn't act.

"I have to go to the chamber, father," Aurdis said with urgent voice. "I must aid Saeldir in maintaining the protective dome."

King Gulben who was standing beside her with his eyes still on the battle nodded gravely.

"You are right," he replied, his gaze never wavering from the sky. "I, too, must act. I need to absorb this corrupted Magic again before it spreads. But... be careful."

Aurdis met his gaze, her heart heavy with the weight of the moment. "You too, father," she whispered, knowing how dangerous this task was for him.

With a final glance, Aurdis bolted from the throne room, her feet barely touching the ground as she raced to the chamber.

As the thunderous sounds of battle filled the air behind him, King Gulben prepared for what he must do once more. He stood with the leatherbound book and slit his palm, his eyes closing in deep concentration. With a slow breath, he began the process of separating his physical body from his spirit.

A soft hum filled the air, and then, a rift began to open before King Gulben. The space around him shimmered as the fabric of reality split, revealing the same dark dimension that had been used to absorb the corrupted Magic before.

His spirit separated from his physical form, a translucent image of the king rising from his body. His physical form then floated upward and soared towards the sky, flying high above the palace and toward the corrupted Magic that rained from the battlefield above.

Meanwhile, King Gulben's spirit drifted back into the rift, crossing over into the dimension where the cave located to contain the corruption. He materialized once again in the familiar cave-like space.

And now, as Erend fought, the knowledge that the ones he loved were directly below them drove him to new heights of anger. His focus was only one: defeat this monstrosity, no matter what it took.

Every attack that Erend launched was filled with the searing intensity of his rage. Flames and lightning twisted and exploded around him as he roared with a fury that matched the sky's thunderous turmoil.

Eccar also unleashed his power, but his strikes were more measured, still wrestling with the dissonance in his mind.

The Great Calamity, however, was not faring as well as it once had. Its dying form struggled, the defeat after defeat he had experiencing now forcing a grotesque transformation.

Blood-red scales began to cover its entire body, different from Erend's own red-and-black scales, these were pure crimson, like congealed blood that had hardened into an unbreakable armor. The creature's flesh seemed almost impenetrable, and its new form radiated terrifying strength.

The shift was horrifying. Its claws grew sharper, more defined, and its once vaguely humanoid form morphed completely. Red wings unfurled from its bac and its head elongated into that of a Dragon with burning white eyes that glowed eerily against the blood-red of its body.

These eyes, searing with intensity, were cold and lifeless — no longer the eyes of a Dragonborn, but something entirely alien.

As its transformation completed, the Great Calamity let out a roar, the power behind its voice laced with dark Magic. The force of it sent shockwaves through the air, making the ground beneath the Elf Palace tremble even more violently.

Erend snarled in response, his eyes locking onto the creature's new form. The twisted Dragonhead and those white, soulless eyes made his rage burn even hotter, though somewhere deep inside, he could feel a trace of sadness for what this Dragonborn had become.

But there was no time for questions or pity. He have to win.

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