I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1203: Ten Times Stronger

The tight formation held better than when they were scattered a moment ago. What followed was not graceful nor perfect, but it was disciplined and they felt like they had each other’s back.

Power no longer lashed out at random. Every movement from one person fed into another and every spell timed against the next impact.

They had not fought together for long, yet their instinct bridged what their experience lacked.

King Gulben anchored the center like an immovable pillar. His golden barrier no longer stretched wide but tightened into a dense, layered bulwark that curved around the formation.

When spells slammed into it, they did not disperse outward. They were absorbed, bent, and redirected upward in controlled bursts that tore apart incoming curses before they could settle.

Aurdis moved constantly along the inner edge of the formation.

Her attack of elemental power no longer chased kills. They interrupted. Her shots struck at chanting mouths, glyphs forming in midair, or severed limbs moments before spell release.

When an undead Elf slipped past the front line, her attack was already there to pin it long enough for someone else to finish the strike.

Aerchon held the forward pressure. His silver sword rose and fell in relentless arcs, not overextending.

When Magic surged too close, he stepped in rather than back, breaking spell formations with force. His attack bought the formation seconds.

Seconds were everything in a battle like this.

Saeldir worked behind Gulben’s barrier, his focus razor sharp. He did not attack bodies. He dismantled their woven spells just like Aurdis.

Curse layers unraveled in the middle of their cast. Their voices or chanting collapsed into meaningless noise, and hostile Magic faltered.

When exhaustion threatened, king Gulben adjusted the barrier and tried as best as he could to ease pressure without breaking rhythm.

Adrius and Lysander synchronized without needing words.

Light surged in controlled pulses, burning through illusion fields the Elves created to confuse them and stabilizing reality where it fractured.

When undead Elves attacked from behind, tearing free from the ground or phasing through ruined structures, Adrius reacted instantly.

His Magic flared outward, exposing them. Lysander followed a moment later with precision strikes that collapsed their disturbing forms before they could fully manifest.

Sylmira and Arty guarded the rear flank.

When cursed wind and warped Magic surged from behind, Sylmira’s barriers snapped into place, angled just enough to deflect without trapping the force inside.

Arty followed through with decisive blows, her power cracking corrupted bodies apart before they could reform.

Curse Magic residue clung to her, but Sylmira stripped it away with practiced efficiency.

However, the undead Elves keep pressed harder.

They attacked from every direction.

From above, their disturbing bodies floated and chanted. From below, blackened skeletal hands burst from the earth. From behind them, distorted silhouettes emerged without warning.

The battlefield screamed under the strain.

The formation tightened.

No one breaks or overly panicked. When one of them seemed to falter, another stepped in without hesitation.

When Magic hit, it met resistance layered upon resistance.

Slowly and inevitably, the undead began to die and fall apart faster than they could adapt.

Their bodies collapsed inward. Their glyphs shattered. Their chanting died.

One by one, the battlefield in the ruined world finally fell silent. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The last undead Elf disintegrated under combined force, its body unraveling into dust and fading Magic.

The air settled.

No one moved at first.

Their breathing came heavy. The armor they wear cracked. Magic residue clung to skin and steel.

Then, gradually, awareness returned. They felt power surged through their body.

It rolled through them like a stronger, denser, and sharper current.

Sylmira felt it first, her Magic responding faster and deeper than before.

Arty flexed her hand and felt strength coil effortlessly beneath her skin.

Adrius and Lysander exchanged stunned glances as those currents gathered without strain.

Saeldir closed his eyes briefly and realized his Magic energy had deepened beyond what years of training had given him.

Aurdis steadied herself and also felt her Magic sharpen to a terrifying degree.

Aerchon sighed and felt his silver sword resonate with him more completely than ever. Turns out, the sword also felt the power.

King Gulben straightened slowly, golden light around his body was steady and immense.

They looked around at the ruined battlefield.

No enemies remained. Only then did it sink in.

They were stronger after absorbing their essence. Far stronger.

They felt that they had crossed a threshold and felt ten times stronger than when they entered this strange dimension called the Dungeon World.

They looked at one another in the settling dust, and no words passed between them. They did not need to speak. The same understanding moved through their eyes and posture.

Exhaustion still weighed on their bodies but beneath it all surged a fierce clarity, a sense of exhilaration came from surviving something that should have killed them.

They had just endured one of the most intense battles they had ever faced, against an enemy none of them had anticipated, and they were able to win and gain power.

A deep, grinding sound rolled through the ruined space.

Nearby, the massive black double doors emerged from fractured stone and slid open, revealing a dark passage beyond.

The presence beyond it pressed against their senses, heavy and foreboding. Level 17 awaited.

A thin edge of fear crept in despite their newfound strength. Whatever lay ahead felt different. It was no doubt worse than here.

King Gulben turned to face them. His expression was calm and resolute.

"This will be worth it," he said, his voice firm, as if he had already seen the path ahead and he also understood the hesitation in their faces.

They all shared the same unspoken determination. To defeat an enemy like Zerathul, they had no choice. They had to face whatever trials waited here, no matter the cost.

So, together they moved. King Gulben reached the doors and pushed them fully open.

Light and shadow swallowed them as they stepped through, and in the next moment, they disappeared from the ruined battlefield entirely.

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