I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1236: Fury

Erend felt it surge through him like a storm breaking its restraints. Fury flooded his chest. It felt hot and absolute. It burns away the last traces of fear in his heart.

He would not let Zerathul decide their fate. He would not allow this creature to carve a future soaked in death, suffering, and endless despair.

It was as if lightning answered his resolve.

It flared brighter than before, violent arcs ripping outward from his body and whipping across the sky in blinding coils. Thunder cracked again and again, not distant, but born from him.

His fire followed a heartbeat later, erupting from his scales in vast tongues that rolled and lashed through the air, wrapping around the lightning instead of consuming it.

Flame and lightning twisted together, feeding each other, growing wilder with every breath he took.

Erend no longer looked like a Dragon suspended in the sky. He looked like a living calamity.

The air around him warped under the pressure of his power, heat and charge tearing at space. Dark clouds burned away where his fire passed, while lightning scorched jagged paths through the fractured skies.

He surged forward, pulling ahead of Eccar and Aesa without a word.

Behind him, they could only watch.

Eccar felt the force of it crash against him like a tidal wave. The power within him resonated, trembling in response to Erend’s presence.

"What the hell... is this his anger?" he thought, teeth clenched. "He’s turning his will into a weapon."

Aesa was also looking as frost crept instinctively along her arms, reacting to the overwhelming heat and power ahead.

Her eyes stayed fixed on Erend’s wings, framed by fire and lightning.

"I feel like he’s not holding anything back, right now. It feels like... he’s carrying all of this alone." She realized, awe and fear mingling in her chest.

Erend’s power radiated outward in relentless waves, pressing against everything nearby.

Zerathul also felt it.

The time distortions around him rippled violently, stuttering under the sudden pressure.

His eyes narrowed as irritation flared into sharper intent. He did not like this. He did not like the way Erend’s power resisted him again.

The storm of fire and lightning did not slow. It did not hesitate. It advanced toward him.

"Defiant insect," Zerathul snarled, his tentacles curling as time power surged defensively around him.

Erend answered by raising his arm and opening his Dragon maw.

Lightning condensed instantly, drawn inward until it formed dense, blinding lances wrapped in roaring fire.

The air screamed as multiple spears took shape at once, their heat warping reality around them.

Erend thrust his arm forward and roared.

The lances tore free in a devastating volley, ripping across the sky toward Zerathul with unstoppable momentum.

Time warped violently in their path. Several lances slowed, their motion dragged as temporal force clamped down on them, crushing and unraveling their structure until they shattered into fading sparks.

But not all of them stopped.

Some tore straight through the distortion, brute force overpowering manipulation.

Lightning detonated against Zerathul’s warped flesh, fire exploding across his body in violent bursts. The impact ripped through his defenses, scorching and tearing as thunder roared point-blank across the sky.

Zerathul recoiled slightly for the first time.

The sky trembled and Erend did not stop. He wanted to keep pushing.

Because of that relentless attack, Zerathul was forced to draw his full attention upward.

The pressure of Erend’s assault pinned him in place, his time power coiling inward to form layers of defense instead of reaching outward as it had before.

The visions of suffering and destruction shattered like broken glass, dissolving into nothing. The invisible pressure that had been crushing the battlefield below also vanished in the same instant.

Time stopped lashing out at the warriors. The debris lost its unnatural fury and fell inertly through the air.

The change was immediate.

King Gulben felt it first, the suffocating weight lifting from his chest. He did not hesitate.

"Pull back!" he shouted, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "Fall back now!"

Aurdis gritted her teeth and clutched her wounded side as she forced herself upright.

Aerchon steadied her without a word, blood running down his armor as he turned and followed the order.

Adrien coughed hard but nodded, dragging himself into motion.

Billy clenched his jaw around the pain in his arm and moved anyway, while Arty spat a curse and pushed herself after them, floating limply.

For the first time since the vision and the looping debris struck them, they were given space to breathe.

Above them, the sky shook violently. Fire and lightning tore through the skies like raging elemental forces, a storm of defiance ripping into the darkness.

Even from below, they could feel the tremor running through their bones as thunder cracked again and again.

"That’s... Erend," Adrien muttered hoarsely, staring upward despite himself.

Aurdis followed his gaze, eyes wide as reflected fire danced across her vision. "He’s forcing Zerathul back..."

They retreated quickly, descending toward the four Archmages below.

Sylmira, Adrius, Lysander, and Saeldir did not look up. Their focus never wavered. Runes rotated in precise alignment, Magic flowing in layered currents as the construct stabilized further.

Roots of light pulsed steadily now, no longer flickering under pressure.

Thar’Zul-Vekar float beside them, his presence vast and grounding, his power feeding directly into the structure.

The warriors landed hard but safely behind the Archmages. Their restorative power moved in immediately, as they began sealing wounds and steadying their breaths.

Adrius finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I think it’s enough," he said, his voice strained but resolute. "We can already use this to help restrain the time power."

Lysander glanced at the stabilizing runes, then nodded. "With this, the time pressure will be able to be contained."

The moment the final sigil locked into place, the sealing construct flared with stable light.

Adrius did not hesitate. He lifted his staff and gave a sharp nod. The four Archmages rose into the air together as Magic surged around them.

Runes detached from the construct and followed their ascent. This seal was not meant to bind flesh or soul, but time.

As they flew toward the raging battlefield above, their intent was clear. They would shackle Zerathul’s time power and tear away his greatest advantage, no matter the cost.

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