I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1229: Reveal

The aftershock of the three Dragon transformations continued to tear through the sky. Waves of strong Magic power blasted into the remaining dark cloud, ripping massive chunks of corrupted mass apart and shredding countless tentacles before they could regenerate.

Lightning burned through shadow, earth pressure crushed necromantic matter into nothing, and absolute cold locked fragments of darkness in place before they shattered.

However, it did not end.

At the very front, Erend, Eccar, and Aesa felt it at the same time.

A pressure that did not explode outward but pulled inward into one spot. Those vast powers were gathering.

That was why Erend had roared his warning.

The dark cloud began to change. Instead of spreading, it collapsed. Endless layers of shadow folded inward, compressing violently toward a single point.

Tentacles withdrew and dissolved into the mass, their substance stripped down and dragged back as if reclaimed by a core will.

Space around that point warped visibly. Rings of distortion rippled outward, bending light and twisting perspective. Even the Dragons’ massive forms looked slightly displaced when seen through it, as if reality itself struggled to decide where that point truly existed.

For a brief moment, the sky grew unnaturally calm.

No lightning screamed or darkness surged.

The world held its breath. Then the mass was finalized.

Zerathul revealed his true form.

From the compressed darkness emerged a towering figure clad in black and gold. Armor and robes fused together like living skin, etched with unknown sigils and veins of corrupted light.

His body stood massive now, and had the same size as the three Dragon, radiating pressure that pressed down on the sky itself.

His face was no longer hidden within clouds.

An octopus-like visage formed at the center, layered with writhing tentacles now cracked with glowing gold fissures, as if another power had been forcibly fused into his being. The movement of the tentacles left faint ripples in space, time bending subtly around him, lagging a fraction of a second behind his presence.

Gold-lined fractures pulsed along his body. There was no mistaking it, it was Krono’s stolen time power.

Zerathul hovered there, perfectly still, dominating the sky through existence alone.

Below, the world could not truly see him. To humans and elves, his presence manifested as a vast shadow and a deafening rumble that vibrated through bone and soul alike.

Their minds could not comprehend his shape, only his pressure.

Zerathul looked at the three Dragons.

"You have become strong," he said.

His voice boomed across the sky, layered and immense, carrying not just sound but Magic pressure. Mountains trembled faintly as the words passed, oceans rippled, the people in the cities shook.

To the people below, it sounded like a low, endless thunder rolling across the heavens.

But to Erend, Eccar, and Aesa, the words were clear.

"However," Zerathul continued, space rippling subtly around him, "you still nothing before me."

The three Dragons did not answer aloud.

Their voices met in the shared space of their minds.

"It’s Krono’s power," Eccar said, anger grinding through every word. "He stole it completely!"

"Yes," Aesa replied, her tone cold and precise. "He has fused with it fully now. The time distortion is stable... that shouldn’t be possible."

The realization struck all three at once.

Erend’s lightning flared brighter along his scales as fury surged through him. Krono, the ancient Time Dragon who had guided them, fought beside them, restrained calamities beyond worlds, was gone. His power, once meant to preserve balance, now screamed through the veins of this abomination.

Eccar felt the same rage boil in his core. Stone ground against stone within his massive body as his claws tightened. That power had protected worlds. Now it threatened to destroy them.

They could not allow this to continue.

Those thoughts flashed between them in an instant.

"Careful," Erend said, his telepathic voice tight, barely holding back the violence in his heart. "That power is dangerous. Time itself is wrapped around him."

"Right," Aesa answered. "We must warn the others once we engage. Any misstep near that distortion could be fatal."

The three Dragons shifted slightly, power coiling, elements responding to their intent.

Across from them, Zerathul tensed as well.

The sky darkened further as a golden aura erupted from his body. It was thick, oppressive, and wrong. It carried Krono’s signature but twisted and drowned in void and necromancy.

The gold was dimmed, corrupted, bleeding darkness through every pulse.

"This time," Zerathul’s voice rumbled again, heavy enough to shake the horizon, "I will destroy you all... and everything you have ever loved."

The standoff broke. The clash was beginning.

"I will tell the rest what happened," Erend said through their telepathic link.

"Okay," Eccar replied immediately. "Then we attack."

He and Aesa exchanged a single glance. No more words were needed.

The next instant, the sky shattered again.

Eccar moved first. Earth power detonated beneath his massive form, compressing into a violent surge. Space buckled as he launched himself toward Zerathul, layers of golden stone folding and reforging around him as his speed multiplied.

Aesa followed in the same heartbeat. Absolute cold collapsed into a razor-focused stream as her Ice Dragon body vanished in a flash of pale light.

When she passed, the air crystallized and ripples froze over for a fraction of a second before shattering.

They struck from opposite angles, earth and ice converging on Zerathul’s looming form.

Erend did not follow yet.

Every instinct screamed at him to join them and unleash lightning and fire and tear into that abomination with everything he had.

But he forced himself back. Someone had to warn the others. Someone had to prepare the counter.

Lightning flared as he turned midair and shot away from the front lines.

He descended rapidly, stopping in front of the gathered defenders.

King Gulben. Aurdis. Aerchon. Arty. Saeldir. Sylmira. Adrius. Lysander. Adrien. Billy.

The air still trembled from the clash above, but all eyes snapped to him as his colossal Lightning Dragon form hovered before them, electricity crawling along his scales.

Erend lowered his head slightly so his voice could carry without crushing them.

"Zerathul has time power now," he said. "Krono’s power fully fused into his being."

Silence followed. The gravity of those words fall hard on their minds.

Aurdis’s hands clenched. Saeldir’s jaw tightened. Arty felt her breath hitch as dread replaced the hope she had just begun to feel.

They all knew what time power meant. It could cause reality manipulation, causality fractures... attacks that would be hard to dodge.

"This just got much worse," Adrien muttered.

Adrius stepped forward, his expression grave but steady.

"We will find a way to counter it. Time power or not, nothing should be invincible."

Lysander nodded slowly. "If it bleeds into reality, it can be anchored."

Erend watched them for a brief second longer, feeling determination and trust solidify in his chest.

"I believe in you," he said.

Then he turned.

Lightning exploded outward as he surged back into the sky, accelerating toward the distant clash where earth and ice were already colliding with darkness and time.

Ahead of him, that place in the sky was burned.

Erend roared as he rejoined the battle.

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