I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1218: Pale Field

Erend’s Magic surged in response to his own words. Heat rolled beneath his skin as fire gathered along his veins and lightning snapping faintly around his arms as he prepared to release it.

Aesa stepped half a pace forward. Her frost already spreading outward from her boots as cold crystallized in the air around her hands, sharp and focused.

Eccar planted his foot firmly into the blackened ground. His Magic power sank deep as the corrupted earth answered him, the soil trembling under his weight.

Before any of them moved further, however, Khepra-Ankh raised a single hand.

"I will take care of this first," he said calmly.

The words were neither boastful nor commanding. They were simply stated, as if this outcome was already decided.

Erend paused, lightning humming softly around him. He glanced sideways at Eccar, then to Aesa. Eccar raised a brow slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting with restrained curiosity. Aesa met Erend’s gaze for a brief moment, then gave a small nod.

They all shared the same thought without speaking. They would let him go first.

If this was the power of a Psychopomp Dragon, then seeing it in action would tell them more than any explanation ever could.

Khepra-Ankh stepped forward alone.

The living corpses snarled and lurched toward him, dragging limbs and spilling decay across the ground. Their corrupted Magic exploded around as they closed the distance, hunger and command woven tightly into their movements.

Khepra-Ankh stopped several steps ahead of the others.

He nodded calmly almost respectfully, as if understanding something between him and the corpses, and then closed his eyes.

The pale Magic around him expanded.

It did not explode outward. It did not roar or tear through the air like what Erend, Eccar, and Aesa’s Magic. It simply spread slowly and steadily, like a tide rolling across a silent shore.

The blood rain faltered as it passed through the expanding field, its droplets thinning, losing their weight before evaporating into nothing.

The stench in the air dulled. They felt as if something heavy had been lifted away.

When the first corpse stepped into the pale field, it froze.

Its corrupted glow flickered violently, the necromantic threads binding it together unraveling strand by strand.

The corpse did not scream or resist. Its body sagged and flesh collapsed inward as if released from a burden it had carried too long, before crumbling into dry ash that scattered across the ground.

Another stepped in. Then another. Each of them had the same fate.

Khepra-Ankh opened his eyes. His expression remained calm, almost gentle.

"This ends now," he said quietly.

The pale field widened further, sweeping across the charging corpses in a smooth inevitable wave. Wherever it touched, corruption unraveled. Twisted bodies collapsed without violence or struggle, their animating force dissolving into silence.

Erend watched, with a slow breath leaving his chest. Fire and lightning forgotten for the moment.

This was not destruction. This was just a release.

The ground shuddered again. This time the vibration was bigger. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

From deeper within the warped landscape the massive shapes began to move. Towers of fused flesh and bone split apart as colossal figures made from bodies stitched from dozens of corpses at once forced themselves free.

Limbs the size of a tree dragged across the earth. Horned skulls crowned bodies that should never have stood upright with their states. Corrupted Magic pulsed through them in thick choking waves.

Aesa swallowed her saliva and said. "Those beasts don’t look like the others."

Eccar tightened his stance. His eyes tracked the largest shape as it tore itself forward. "Yeah. And somehow I feel like they’re not going to stop at the edge of that field of Magic."

"At this size, they’ll reach us sooner or later," Erend said with his fingers flexed instinctively, fire and lightning stirring again beneath his skin.

The monsters roared with wet and layered sounds as if dozens of throats screamed at once. Each step they took cracked the blackened ground, pushing closer despite the pale field consuming everything before them.

However, Khepra-Ankh did not move.

He stood where he was. His hands relaxed at his sides. His posture was loose and untroubled by the sight. The calm on his face did not waver.

His pale Magic continued to flow outward in steady waves, unbroken and unhurried.

Erend noticed it first. He let out a long sigh and forced his shoulders to loosen.

Eccar followed, planting himself firmly but no longer bracing to strike. Aesa also steadied her breath. Frost still ready but no longer flaring.

"He doesn’t look worried," Aesa murmured.

"No," Erend said quietly. "He’s not."

The first of the massive creatures reached the edge of the pale field.

Its charge faltered in the middle of its step.

The roar cut off into a strangled silence as the corruption binding it together began to unravel. Thick strands of necromantic force peeled away from its core and dissolving as they touched the pale light.

The creature’s many eyes dimmed one by one.

Its enormous body sagged.

Then, slowly and gently, it collapsed inward. Flesh lost cohesion and the bone turned brittle. What had once been a towering abomination fell apart into drifting ash and faint motes of light that rose upward, thinning into nothing.

Another creature followed. Then another next.

Each massive monster met the same end, their size meaning nothing against the authority of power washing over them. There was no explosion or violent end. Just a quiet unmaking, as if they had finally been allowed to rest.

Khepra-Ankh walked forward as he worked.

Where he stepped, the pale field moved with him. His gaze remained steady and his expression remained serene, as his power continued to separate the soul from desecration and release it from violation of the law of nature.

"This was never their will," he said softly, almost to himself. "But the chains that forced them to keep moving."

One by one, the animated beings fell silent.

The battlefield emptied, not with screams or fire, but with stillness.

Erend felt the bond between him and Khepra Ankh hum faintly, resonating with what he witnessed.

He lowered his hands fully, watching the last fragments fade into the darkened air.

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