I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1228: Pillars

The moment Erend released his restraint on his power, the sky detonated. Lightning did not merely surge but actually detonated in every direction.

The darkness around him ruptured outward as if reality itself had been split by a blade of pure voltage.

The storm clouds convulsed, shredded apart by blinding arcs that expanded in every direction.

Within that explosion of light, Erend’s body changed completely. His humanoid shape was erased, replaced by a colossal Lightning Dragon. His scales were now burned crimson and black, each plate etched with living thunder and fire. His wings of crackling energy unfurled and beat once, and that single motion erased entire layers of corrupted cloud.

The sound followed a heartbeat later.

A deafening thunderclap rolled across the world.

At the same instant, Eccar’s power answered.

Earth roared upward from nothingness, forming a massive Draconic body forged from golden stone and compressed reality.

His Earth Dragon Form tore through the darkness like a continental plate breaking free, crushing tentacles beneath sheer mass and power. His movement distorted space.

Then came the cold.

Aesa’s transformation arrived without explosion, yet it was no less terrifying. Absolute silence spread first, followed by a flash of pale blue and white light.

Her Ice Dragon Form emerged, crystalline scales refracting fractured light through the storm. The temperature plummeted so violently that necromantic energy froze, shattering into glittering fragments as her presence expanded.

Entire sections of the dark cloud became brittle and disintegrated under their own corrupted weight.

Three transformations in one moment had happened.

The collision of their released power sent shockwaves tearing through the sky in concentric rings.

Far below, the world also felt it.

Mountains trembled, oceans surged, cities shook as if struck by distant earthquakes.

People looked up and saw the sky burn with lightning, gold, and frozen light clashing against endless darkness.

Even from the ground, the silhouettes of three colossal Dragons were visible through the dark sky, their forms blazing brighter than the sun itself.

The other fighters had already pulled back to a safe distance, but even there, the air buckled. Shockwaves slammed into their barriers, rattling bones and Magic.

King Gulben planted his sword into the air to stabilize himself as another wave rolled past. His eyes never left the sky.

"I can’t help but marvel every time I see a Dragon Transform," he muttered with awe heavy in his voice. His gaze darkened slightly as he took in the surrounding void.

"But three at once... this is the most incredible sight of my life. If not for the darkness choking the sky, I would almost call this beautiful."

No one replied. They simply watched.

Saeldir’s grip tightened on his sword. Aurdis hovered silently with her eyes wide. Even veterans found no words. This was the power of Dragon laid bare, unrestrained and undeniable. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Inside the collapsing core of the storm, Zerathul recoiled.

His tentacles disintegrated faster than they could regenerate, shattered under lightning. Necromantic constructs froze, cracked, and were crushed into nothing. The very structure of his domain screamed as it failed to contain the force pressing against it.

For the first time since his ascension, Zerathul felt something dangerously close to disbelief.

"Their power... it’s far stronger than before." The realization made him anxious. "What happened?"

His awareness turned inward, thinking. The answer surfaced immediately, bitter and familiar.

"That hidden dimension."

The System’s true heart.

The place where the hosts were allowed to grow without limit. The sanctuary forged by the real Creator, beyond the reach of Void Architects.

Beyond him, his Herald.

Zerathul snarled internally.

He had sensed it before. That unreachable layer buried beneath the System’s structure. A realm of growth and refinement he could never touch no matter how much power he amassed.

He was the Herald of the Void Architect, who had replicated the power of the system itself. Yet even he had been denied access.

Now he saw the result of that denial burning across the sky in Dragon forms.

"So this is what that place grants them," he thought with seething fury. "This is what I was never allowed to claim."

The clouds churned violently as rage overwhelmed calculation.

Then Zerathul roared.

The sound was not merely heard. It fractured space, rippled through time, and shook the sky itself. Darkness surged outward in response, tentacles reforming thicker and more twisted than before, necromantic energy screaming as it was forced into existence.

The battle had crossed a threshold. The sky trembled, then slowly stabilized.

Not because the darkness had retreated on its own, but because three overwhelming presences now anchored it.

The violent dark turbulence eased under sheer force alone. Lightning no longer tore the sky apart at random, earth no longer cracked space unintentionally, and the freezing pressure no longer spread unchecked.

The three Dragon Forms existed like pillars, forcing the sky to obey.

The darkness recoiled.

Black clouds thinned as if pushed back by an invisible wall. Countless tentacles withered, retracting into the storm as the necromantic Magic energy lost cohesion.

What moments ago had threatened to devour the world now struggled simply to maintain its shape.

Below, relief spread among the defenders.

King Gulben exhaled slowly. His grip loosening on his sword. Around him, the others stared upward in stunned silence, watching the darkness recede inch by inch.

They hoped that it was over. That this overwhelming display of power had already decided the battle.

"This... this must be a good sign," Aerchon whispered.

Arty felt her chest tighten as she looked up at the colossal Lightning Dragon dominating the sky. Worry still filled her heart but a relieved feeling broke through it.

Her lips curved into a small, unsteady smile. Despite everything, despite the terror she had felt moments ago, she could see it clearly now.

Her brother was strong. Stronger than she had ever imagined.

"He’ll stop this. He won’t let the world fall." she thought, her gaze fixed on Erend’s blazing form.

For the first time since the battle began, she believed it.

However, in the next moment, the space rippled.

It was subtle at first. A distortion deep within the remaining dark cloud, like heat haze bending the air.

The sky folded inward for a split second, then stretched, as if something unseen had pressed against reality.

The darkness did not surge but warped.

Eccar felt it instantly. Aesa did too. Even Erend’s lightning flickered unnaturally for a fraction of a second.

The ripple spread. Time itself shuddered.

Before anyone below could react, a voice thundered across the sky, layered with power so vast it made the air vibrate.

"BRACE YOURSELF!" Erend’s Dragon voice roared, echoing across the world.

Something was coming.

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