I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Eccar slammed into the black mountain, his body cutting through jagged rock before coming to an abrupt halt. The impact left a crater in the dark stone, sending shards and dust cascading around him.

He groaned then rising slowly as he pressed a hand to his face, feeling the warmth of blood trickling from a small wound on his cheek.

His eyes narrowed as he rubbed his jaw. The punch wasn't just stronger, it was something else entirely. It carried a force that resonated beyond mere physical strength, like a ripple of divine power. The power that probably as strong as his.
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He wiped the blood with the back of his hand and staring at the smear for a moment before his thoughts turned to Krevak's words.

"My god wants to say their greetings to you."

Eccar's mind raced.

"

What did he mean by that?"

Did Krevak truly know he was a Dragonborn? And what kind of god was he talking about? Was this just a ruse or was there something far larger at play?

The pieces began to fall into place as he considered the invasion and the sheer power Krevak wielded. This wasn't just another raid for resources or land. No, this was coordinated, precise, and calculated.

There was something darker behind all of it, something that demanded his full attention. N0t like what he thought when he come here before.

His instincts screamed at him, breaking him from his thoughts just as Krevak's golden-red aura surged toward him like a comet.

Eccar reacted instantly, his body glowing as he activated

Dragon Scale

, the mystical armor forming over his skin like shimmering brown stone.

He braced himself and raising his arms to block Krevak's incoming strike.

The impact sent another shockwave across the battlefield, scattering debris in every direction.

Their battle reignited in a furious blaze of strength and speed, each clash of their powers reshaping the land.

Krevak's strikes had grown sharper, more focused, his aura burning brighter as if drawing from an unseen source.

But Eccar fought back, his Dragon Scale absorbing most of the attack with no problem for now.

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Inside the Mine.

The resistance forces pressed deeper into the mine, the tunnels illuminated by bursts of magic and the crackle of force rifles.

Explosions echoed through the confined space as engineers and mages worked together to destroy the machines that had been extracting precious minerals.

Massive drills and conveyor systems ground to a halt as flames and destruction tore through them.

Commander Varok swung his sword with determination and cutting down another invader as Brogar smashed through their ranks with his hammer, each blow shaking the very foundations of the mine.

"Keep moving!" Varok shouted over the chaos. "Destroy every machine and collapse every tunnel. They can't have anything left when we're done here!"

Renna, directing the engineers, barked out orders as they placed explosive charges at key structural points. The air was heavy with tension as the resistance soldiers fought to secure their positions.

Suddenly, the comms crackled to life, a static-laden voice breaking through the din of battle.

"Commander Varok! Enemy reinforcements are coming! They're coming fast, and they're bringing heavy artillery!"

Varok's face darkened. He cursed under his breath, glancing at Brogar and Renna.

"We're running out of time," he said grimly. "Renna, how much longer until the charges are set?"

"Not long," she replied, her voice tight with focus. "But if we're going to collapse this place, we need to fall back now. We can't afford to get caught in here when it blows."

Varok nodded, his mind racing.

"Brogar, hold the rear and buy us time. Renna, get the charges ready for detonation. We'll delay the reinforcements as long as we can."

Brogar grinned, hefting his hammer. "Don't worry about us, Commander. We'll keep them busy. Just make sure this place goes up in flames."

As the resistance forces pushed forward, securing the last few chambers, Varok's thoughts flickered to the battle raging outside.

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Eccar and Krevak's clash reached a fever pitch. The land around them was unrecognizable in short amount of time, transformed into a smoldering wasteland of craters and shattered stone.

Krevak grinned wickedly, his golden-red energy pulsating with unholy strength.

"You feel it, don't you?" he taunted, his voice reverberating like a growl. "The power of my god flows through me. This is no ordinary battle, Dragonborn. Your kind will fall before the will of something far greater than you!"

Eccar gritted his teeth, his fists glowing with his own energy as he lunged forward, meeting Krevak blow for blow.

But his mind churned, grappling with the implications of Krevak's words. First, this guy knows that he is a Dragonborn. But then...

"What god is backing him?"

he wondered. "

What do they want with me?"

Eccar ducked under Krevak's swipe then countering with a swift uppercut that grazed his opponent's chin, but his focus was no longer solely on the fight. He wanted answers.

"Who is this god you keep talking about?" Eccar asked.

Krevak didn't respond. Instead, he launched forward with new aggression, his golden-red energy flaring violently as he unleashed a barrage of strikes.

His silence only annoyed Eccar, each unanswered question feeding his frustration.

Eccar growled, sidestepping another blow before planting his feet firmly into the ground. His aura surged, brown energy enveloping his entire body. With a sudden explosive burst he drove his fist forward, channeling strength into a single devastating punch.

The impact was catastrophic. Krevak's head snapped back as Eccar's fist connected, the force of the blow obliterating half of Krevak's face in a spray of energy and blood. His body was hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing into a jagged outcrop with a sickening thud.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment, the only sound the crackling of dissipating energy and the groans of the wounded terrain.

Eccar straightened, his face flat and emotionless, but his eyes burned with an intensity.

He began walking slowly toward Krevak, his gaze never leaving the broken figure slumped against the rocks.

"Explain," Eccar said, his voice low but filled with quiet menace. "Who is this god of yours? What do they want with me?"

Krevak stirred, his remaining eye glaring at Eccar with a mix of defiance and hatred. Despite his injuries, his golden-red aura flared faintly, stubbornly clinging to life.

"You really don't know, do you?" Krevak spat, his voice ragged but laced with venom. "How far your kind has become a nuisance."

Eccar's fists clenched, but he held his ground, waiting for Krevak to continue.

"The god that your kind, the so-called Dragonborn, have usurped from their power," Krevak said, his tone thick with scorn, "We swore to take revenge for what was stolen from us!"

Eccar's eyes narrowed, his sharp gaze cutting into Krevak like a blade.

"Taken?" he echoed, his mind racing. "What are you talking about? Who took it from you?"

Krevak chuckled weakly, the sound bitter and spiteful. "You'll find out soon enough. Your ignorance won't protect you when they come for you. When they come for

all

of you!"

Eccar's heart pounded, but his face remained impassive. The weight of Krevak's words lingered in the air, heavy and foreboding. He had expected a simple answer, but instead, he had uncovered a truth far darker than he could have anticipated.

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