I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1237: Stopped

Eccar and Aesa watched from behind as Erend attacked Zerathul like an unleashed catastrophe.

From within their full Dragon bodies, they felt it more than saw it. The way space screamed around Erend’s attacks, the way Zerathul’s dark power buckled under his brute force, sent violent tremors through their scales and wings.

Eccar’s claws flexed instinctively as his wings beat harder. Earth and stone answered his pulse even here, fragments of shattered terrain rising and orbiting his massive body.

Aesa’s ice surged in response, crawling along her crystalline scales as the air around her plunged sharply in temperature.

"He’s attacking alone right now," Aesa’s voice echoed through Eccar’s mind, sharp with urgency. "He’s pushing Zerathul back, but he’s carrying everything himself."

"I know," Eccar answered, his mental tone rumbling like distant quakes. "That kind of pressure will tear even him apart if it keeps going."

Aesa’s wings flared wide, ice forming in jagged spines along their edges. "We must stop watching and help him."

Eccar bared his fangs in a silent snarl. "Yeah. Let’s hit him together."

They surged forward.

Aesa sends her attack first. The space around her Dragon maw crystallized instantly as dozens of ice lances formed in rapid succession, dense and impossibly cold.

With a thunderous beat of her wings she unleashed them. The lances screamed through the air, freezing dark clouds solid in their wake, piercing straight into the warped space around Zerathul and detonating in explosive bursts of frost and shrapnel.

At the same moment, Eccar roared.

The sky responded violently. Massive slabs of stone and compressed earth tore free from the ground below, dragged upward very fast by sheer gravitational force.

They twisted and reshaped, becoming colossal spikes and crushing masses wrapped in tectonic energy.

Eccar hurled them forward, his control precise and merciless, slamming them into Zerathul’s defenses from multiple angles.

Fire, lightning, ice, and earth collided in the sky.

Erend did not slow. He adapted instantly, his storm synchronizing with their assault. Lightning wrapped around ice lances, superheating their cores. Fire rode along the edges of stone constructs, turning them into molten meteors.

The three Dragons’ powers fed into each other, amplifying into a chaotic convergence that ripped through the skies.

The sky fractured further.

Zerathul was driven back another distance, his massive body forced to coil tighter as layered time barriers formed and shattered in rapid succession.

His tentacles lashed violently and his irritation deepened, but there was still no true panic in him.

His focus sharpened instead, eyes gleaming with cold calculation as he endured the combined onslaught.

Below, the shockwaves finally reached the Archmages.

The air slammed into them in crushing pulses, forcing barriers to flare instinctively.

Adrius staggered half a step, planting his staff hard into the air as his robes snapped violently around him. Lysander grimaced, reinforcing his Magic as pressure bore down on him.

"This is insane," Sylmira hissed, eyes wide as another shockwave rolled through. "If we get any closer..."

"Yeah. We might be torn apart before the seal even touches him," Saeldir finished, his voice tight as spatial distortions rippled at the edge of his perception.

Lysander looked upward, watching the sky unravel under Dragon fury.

"This doesn’t look like a battlefield we can handle pnymore," he muttered. "This is power on the level of a god."

For a brief moment, doubt crept in.

Then Adrius straightened.

His grip tightened on his staff, ancient eyes steady despite the chaos above.

"It doesn’t matter," he said firmly, "is exactly why we must go."

The others turned toward him.

"If we hesitate now, Erend, Eccar, and Aesa will bear that weight alone," Adrius continued, voice unwavering. "Those three are buying us this chance with their lives. We will not waste it."

He lifted his staff, Magic flaring brighter than before. "Hold your focus. We must advance. No matter how violent it becomes."

The Archmages exchanged one final look.

Then, with grim determination, they pushed upward into the storm.

The four Archmages kept pushing upward despite the crushing resistance.

Their barriers strained with every advance, Magic flaring constantly just to keep their bodies intact.

From below, Thar’Zul-Vekar’s roots of light surged after them, rising like luminous pillars that reinforced their ascent.

The ancient forest god poured everything they could into lifting them higher, grounding their Magic and steadying their souls.

But there was a limit. Their massive presence slowed, unable to leave the lower sky. The roots thinned and stopped, their glow fading as distance severed his reach.

Above them, the battlefield became pure chaos.

Debris no longer fell as broken stone or twisted metal. It rained as raw and chaotic Magic energy, unstable fragments of shattered power torn loose by the Dragons’ clash.

Chaotic Magic poured downward in violent currents, burning, freezing, crushing, and warping space all at once. Each impact slammed against their shields like a god’s hammer, forcing the Archmages to reinforce again and again.

Still, they did not stop.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke through the last violent layer of turbulence.

And they saw it.

Zerathul clashed against three full Dragons, fire, lightning, ice, and earth tearing through the sky in endless devastation. The sight was awe-inspiring. And utterly terrifying.

Without hesitation, the four Archmages moved as one.

Adrius struck his staff forward, and the others followed instantly. The seals they had forged tore free from their control points, erupting into the sky as blinding golden light.

Hundreds of interlocking rings exploded outward, each etched with ancient runes that rotated and shifted in perfect synchronization.

The light was so intense it almost drowned out the storm of Magic itself, cutting through fire, lightning, ice, and earth alike.

The seals surged forward.

They did not slow for the shockwaves tearing the sky apart. They did not falter when colliding with residual Dragon power or unstable time ripples. The rings pierced through the chaos, collapsing inward as they flew, compressing into a focused construct meant for one purpose alone.

Zerathul did not see it at first.

His attention remained locked on the three Dragons hammering him from every side, his time barriers forming and shattering under relentless pressure.

Fire and lightning tore across his body. Ice detonated against warped flesh. Stone crushed and ground against his defenses.

Then the light reached him.

By the time Zerathul turned, it was already upon him.

The seal slammed into his massive body with absolute force.

Golden rings snapped shut around him in rapid succession, locking into place with thunderous resonance. His time power screamed as the construct asserted its authority. The flow of temporal energy around Zerathul froze, distortions stuttering before collapsing entirely.

For the first time, Zerathul felt that his time power stopped.

His eyes widened as the familiar current of control vanished, severed in an instant.

The layered defenses unraveled, his tentacles stiffening as the golden light burned deeper, binding the very concept of time he commanded.

The sky fell eerily still around him.

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