I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1227: Transform

Of course, the sky answered Zerathul’s rising will with violence. Darkness folded inward then burst outward in layers as if the sky had been torn open from within.

The clouds fractured into massive floating plates of shadow, and each of those plates pulsing with corrupted light. From every fracture point, colossal tentacles that looked thicker than towers emerged, veined with crimson fissures that bled necromantic Magic into the air.

They no longer moved blindly. They moved with intent.

Zerathul showed his new power without restraint.

The darkness no longer merely consumed the sky but started reshaping it.

Below, the world reacted in terror.

Humans and elves alike froze as daylight vanished in pieces.

The sun fractured behind layers of shadow, its light bending and scattering like broken glass.

Entire regions dimmed as if night had fallen in an instant. The wind screamed, carrying ash-like fragments of corrupted clouds that dissolved before touching the ground.

People looked up.

Some dropped to their knees. Some screamed.

A mother pulled her child tight against her chest, her hands trembling as she pressed the child’s face into her shoulder.

"Don’t look," she whispered desperately. "Don’t look... it will pass."

An Elv clutched his staff, his voice shaking as he stared at the endless writhing shapes above.

"This... storm of darkness," he said hoarsely. "This looks like the end of the world trying to descend on us."

Entire streets in the Elf Palace fell silent of words and filled with crying, prayers, and the distant rumble of the sky tearing itself apart.

Humans huddled together in homes, temples, and ruins, holding each other as if warmth alone could keep annihilation away.

Above them all, the battle only intensified.

Zerathul’s tentacles slammed downward in coordinated waves, smashing against layers of resistance formed by Erend, Eccar, Aesa, and the others.

Lightning tore through the darkness, splitting massive limbs apart, only for corrupted mass to try and reform. Fire burned through regeneration points, turning shadow to vapor.

Ice sealed ruptures before they regrowth, freezing corrupted essence solid before it could adapt.

Earth power rose in towering barriers in the air, shattered, then rose again.

They kept pushing.

Erend hovered at the forefront, lightning crawling over his body as fire burned behind his eyes. His release of power tore open the sky, forcing the darkness back inch by inch.

Eccar’s control stabilized the collapsing space itself, anchoring reality where Zerathul tried to erode it with his new time power combined with necromancy.

Aesa’s ice carved precise lines of absolute cold, severing connections between tentacles and the core mass above.

They did not slow. They could not.

Far below them, Aurdis continued her descent.

Chaotic Magic rained from the sky in violent currents. Those were the fragments of power left behind by divine-scale clashes.

Aurdis wrapped her Magic tightly around Thar’Zul-Vekar, shielding their falling body from the lethal downpour.

Each impact against her barrier sent tremors through her arms, but she did not falter.

They broke through the cloud layer and descended into clearer air.

The ground rose rapidly.

Aurdis landed hard but controlled.

She lowered Thar’Zul-Vekar carefully, easing them onto the earth.

Only then did she truly see them.

Their body was still magnificent, shaped by the ancient power of the forest, but corruption clung everywhere. Black veins spread like rot beneath glowing bark-like skin, pulsing with dull red light.

Their breath came slow and uneven. Their presence felt dimmed as if something essential had been scraped away.

Aurdis knelt immediately.

"Thar’Zul-Vekar..."

They opened their eyes slightly and managed a faint smile.

"They arrived," they said softly. "In time."

Aurdis clenched her jaw.

"Are you really fine?" she asked. "Look at you."

Thar’Zul-Vekar nodded weakly.

"I am," they said. "The corruption is receding. I can feel the earth... the forest. I will recover once I absorb their essence again."

Aurdis hesitated, searching their face for any sign of collapse.

"You swear it?"

"Yes," Thar’Zul-Vekar replied, their voice thin but steady. They nodded once more. "Go. They need you."

Aurdis followed their gaze upward.

The sky was still burning.

The darkness still pressed down with world-ending intent.

She sighed slowly, then stood.

Carefully, she positioned Thar’Zul-Vekar against the ground where roots had begun to stir beneath them, responding instinctively to their presence.

"Don’t move," she said firmly.

Then she looked up again.

Aurdis launched herself back into the sky, her Magic flaring bright as she accelerated toward the battle above, leaving the weakened forest god behind to heal and rejoin the clash.

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Inside the core of the cloud, Zerathul’s necromantic power no longer brushed against them from afar. The deeper they pushed, the heavier the darkness became.

It touched them directly. It seeped into the space around their bodies, crawled along their Magic barriers, and pressed against their senses like cold fingers searching for weakness.

The air itself felt dead, stripped of warmth and rhythm, filled with the echo of countless extinguished lives.

Erend felt the necromantic energy gnawed at his body, dulled the edge of his fire and lightning, and dragged at his movements.

His teeth clenched as scales erupted across his skin. Red and black Dragon Scales spread rapidly, layering over his arms, chest, neck, and face until his entire body stood encased in draconic armor.

Power surged, stabilizing him, pushing the corruption back.

Beside him, Eccar’s Dragon Scales also formed. Aesa’s pale and crystalline scales followed an instant later, radiating absolute cold that froze necromantic currents before they could cling to her.

Even so, the pressure did not ease.

It was not enough.

Erend narrowed his eyes as another massive tentacle tore through the darkness toward them. Its surface was etched with shifting sigils.

They shattered it together, but the recoil sent cracks rippling through their defenses.

"This won’t last," Erend realized grimly.

He turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Eccar and Aesa through the storm of darkness and power. His voice carried directly into their minds.

"We need to go Full Dragon Form."

"Right," Eccar answered without the slightest hesitation.

Aesa did not speak. She simply nodded once.

Erend returned the nod. There was no room left for doubt or delay.

Zerathul’s power was escalating too quickly. If they held back now, they would be crushed.

"We should warn the others first." Aesa’s voice entered their minds again.

Erend’s jaw tightened as he immediately understood. Their transformations were not subtle. The release of their true forms would detonate outward in waves of elemental force. Anyone too close would be caught in it.

"You’re right," he replied.

Without wasting another second, Erend reached outward with his senses, locking onto two familiar presences amid the chaos below and behind them.

Adrien and Billy.

"This is Erend," his voice echoed inside their minds. "We’re going Full Dragon Form. Get everybody at a distance. Far distance."

There was a brief pause, then Adrien’s reply came through, sharp and focused. "Understood. We’re pulling back now."

Billy followed immediately. "Got it. We’ll clear the zone."

Erend felt their presences shift, retreating rapidly as they repositioned away from the front. Good.

Around them, Zerathul’s dark clouds churned violently, as if the Gravebringer sensed what was about to happen.

Necromantic pressure surged, tentacles recoiling and tightening, the sky screaming.

Erend drew a slow breath.

Lightning crackled louder. Fire roared hotter. The scales along his body began to glow from within.

Beside him, Eccar and Aesa stood firm, power coiling.

Then Erend opened his eyes fully, and the air around them began to break.

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