I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1215: The Warning

Silence happened for a few seconds. Then, Erend broke the silence first.

"When you left... this place didn’t survive," he said. His gaze drifted toward the ruined streets outside the house. "Everything we saw out there showed that. The fractures, abandoned chambers, the murals carved in desperation. The civilization collapsed after you were gone."

Eccar nodded. "It didn’t look like an external invasion. It looked like something rotted from inside."

Aesa tightened her grip on the mug. "They destroyed themselves."

Khepra-Ankh did not deny it. He simply sighed.

"Yes," he said. "Because the gate changed."

All three of them focused on him instantly.

"At first, the gate birthed monsters with flesh and claws," Khepra-Ankh continued. "Those monsters crushed walls, devoured crops, and slaughtered people openly. They were threats that could be seen, named, and fought." His eyes hardened. "But once I left, it adapted."

Erend felt a faint chill crawl up his spine.

"The gate no longer needed destruction," Khepra-Ankh said. "It began spawning monsters that whispered words to their ears. Creatures that slipped into dreams, into doubt and fear. They did not tear bodies apart. They turned people against each other."

"They were entities that spread influence," Aesa said.

"Yes," Khepra-Ankh replied. "They seeded paranoia, distrust and ideology into those people. Every disagreement became a bigger fracture and those every fracture widened."

"Without you holding them together..." Eccar said.

"They no longer had a single banner, yes," Khepra-Ankh said. "So they made many."

His voice remained calm, but something bitter lived beneath it.

"Factions rose. Councils split. Militias formed. Some believed the city could still stand through strength. Others believed escape was the only answer. Brothers fought their brothers and leaders accused other leaders. While the gate fed quietly beneath them."

Erend pictured it clearly now. The cracked council floor. The deliberately broken weapons.

"Civil war," Erend said.

Khepra-Ankh inclined his head. "Yes."

Aesa swallowed. "And the ones who didn’t fight?"

"Yes. Those exist. Some of them fled," Khepra-Ankh said. "They choose to abandon the city entirely. They carried fragments of memory with them. Stories, guilt, and regret."

His gaze softened slightly.

"Years later, after the city was truly dead, some of those survivors returned," he continued. "They carved murals, names. Symbols. They don’t want to rebuild, but they just wanted to remember. To preserve what they had lost and what they believed they had done wrong."

Erend felt the weight of it settle fully now.

"So that’s why the carvings felt like apologies," he thought.

He stayed silent, listening, absorbing every thread of history as it finally aligned into a single, tragic line.

He understood it now. The rise. The dependence. The resentment. The divide. The ruin.

But there was a question in his mind.

"What does any of this have to do with us? With me, Eccar Aesa... with Zerathul? Or is this just a completely different story altogether that the Dungeon World wanted us to know?"

Khepra-Ankh seemed to sense the shift in his thoughts.

His posture straightened. The exhaustion faded from his face, replaced by something far heavier.

"There is one more thing you must understand," he said.

The air in the room felt denser.

"The gate was never the true threat."

Erend’s eyes sharpened.

"Beneath it," Khepra-Ankh continued, his voice grave, "exists something vast. An intelligence. An evil so enormous that the monsters it spawns are merely tools."

Aesa felt her pulse quicken.

"It can create things endlessly," Khepra-Ankh said. "Adapt, and corrupt with dangerously vast abilities. As long as it exists, it will never run out of monsters."

Eccar leaned forward slightly. "What is it?"

Khepra-Ankh did not answer immediately.

"I returned here after they drove me away," he said instead. "I found the city already broken. I spoke with one of the survivors. One of the ones who carved the murals you saw. They told me everything."

His gaze darkened.

"Then I went back to the gate," he said. "I entered it."

Erend felt a sharp jolt at that.

"Inside," Khepra-Ankh continued, "I felt power unlike anything I had encountered in my wandering. It was vast, cold, but structured. As if reality itself were being designed and dismantled at the same time inside that place."

His fingers curled slowly.

"I could not comprehend it fully," he said. "I could only grasp a single thing from its presence. Void Architect."

The room felt utterly still.

Erend, Eccar, and Aesa froze.

For a few seconds, none of them moved or spoke.

Aesa was the first to react. She turned sharply toward Erend, her eyes searching his face.

Eccar did the same a heartbeat later.

Neither of them knew what the Void Architect was, but they knew Erend well enough to recognize danger when they saw it.

Erend stared forward, unmoving. Then his eyes widened. His mouth parted slightly, breath catching in his throat. It was the most shocked expression either of them had ever seen on him.

Aesa felt her stomach drop. "Erend...?"

He did not answer her. His gaze stayed locked on Khepra-Ankh as if the Dragonborn had just spoken something forbidden.

"Did you really hear that?" Erend asked slowly. His voice sounded hoarse and strained. "That name. Did it really say that?"

Khepra-Ankh nodded once. "Yes. Not exactly heard it in words, but that was what I caught from that moment." His eyes sharpened as he studied Erend’s reaction. "You recognize it."

Erend swallowed hard. His throat felt painfully dry. He lifted the mug and drank deeply, the cold liquid grounding him just enough to speak again.

"Yes," he said. "I know it."

Eccar frowned. "You do?"

Aesa felt a chill creep up her spine. "What is it?"

Erend lowered the mug, his hand no longer completely steady.

"The Void Architect," he said, choosing each word carefully, "is... the closest thing I can describe as the evil reflection of my power."

Both Aesa and Eccar stared at him.

"What?" Aesa whispered.

Erend sighed.

"The Void Architect does the same thing as my power." His jaw tightened. "But when my power stabilizes and protects... its version consumes, corrupts, and designs something evil."

Silence slammed into the room.

Eccar felt his chest tighten. "So that thing under the gate..."

"I’m afraid that it’s not just a monster factory," Erend said. "It’s an intelligence creature that could build unimaginable disasters."

Aesa felt cold all the way to her bones.

Erend turned fully toward Khepra-Ankh.

"Tell me something," he said. "How did you end up here? In this Dungeon. In this place."

Khepra-Ankh met his gaze without hesitation.

"After I discovered what slept beneath the gate," he said, "I knew I could not destroy it. Not alone even with my full strength."

His voice lowered slightly.

"Then an offer came to me."

Erend’s eyes narrowed. "From the mysterious power."

"Yes," Khepra-Ankh said. "It told me that my presence would matter. That my knowledge and memory would be of great help to the next Dragonborn who walked this path."

Aesa’s heart pounded faster.

"It promised nothing else?" Eccar asked.

Khepra-Ankh nodded. "A purpose."

He looked directly at Erend.

"So I entered this space," he said. "To wait and speak my words. And to pass on what I learned."

The room felt unbearably heavy now.

Erend clenched his fingers slowly.

"So that’s it. This wasn’t just a history lesson."

The Dungeon had not shown them a fallen civilization by coincidence. It had shown them a warning of the Void Architect.

—