I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1239: Cutting

Eccar charged first without hesitation, his gold and black scaled body driving forward, and it looks like a living mountain.

The sky buckled beneath the force of his acceleration as earth surged up around him, plates of stone and crystal locking into place over his scales until he looked less like a Dragon and more like a walking continent.

He met Zerathul head-on, the collision detonating with a shockwave that ripped clouds apart and sent fractured terrain spiraling downward.

Erend followed immediately, fire and lightning flaring along his wings as he dove in from the flank, while Aesa swept in from above, cold flooding the air as frost spread in her wake.

Eccar roared and swung first. His claw slammed into Zerathul’s chest, the impact cracking warped flesh and driving the ancient being backward.

Zerathul answered with his bare hands. His claws collided against stone-hard scales as dark Magic bled from his limbs.

They traded blows at point-blank range, punches and claws landing with catastrophic force.

Eccar drove earth spears up from nothingness, impaling and shattering against Zerathul’s body, only for blackened necrotic energy to surge back in response.

The dark power splashed across Eccar’s scales, sizzling and corroding the stone armor in patches. It did not pierce deep, but the pain tore a growl from his throat.

Zerathul snarled and slammed both fists into Eccar’s chest, necromantic energy erupting outward like rot that was alive.

Eccar staggered a half-step, then dug his claws into the air itself, anchoring with sheer force of will of Magic as the earth answered him.

He retaliated with a brutal headbutt, followed by a crushing elbow reinforced with condensed stone, driving Zerathul sideways through the sky.

Erend struck in that opening, lightning crashing down at close range while fire washed over both of them, forcing Zerathul to recoil.

Aesa’s ice followed instantly, freezing torn flesh and locking movement for a heartbeat before shattering under the next exchange.

They fought as equals in size and savagery, locked in a relentless storm of physical power and Magic.

Earth and necromancy power clashed again and again, each blow shaking the sky as the three Dragons pressed in tighter, refusing to give Zerathul space to recover.

Then Zerathul suddenly growled, the sound low and distorted.

Dark energy surged around his arm, condensing rapidly until it took shape.

A massive sword of pure necrotic power formed in his grasp, its edge uneven and alive, leaking black mist that devoured light itself. The air screamed as he swung it.

He moved with brutal precision. The blade crashed into Eccar first, carving a deep line across his stone-plated scales.

The earth armor did not break, but it blackened instantly, the necrotic energy scalding and eating into it like acid.

Eccar roared in pain as he forced himself back, stone flaking from his body in corrupted shards.

Zerathul did not slow. He moved and slashed again and again, the sword raking across Erend’s body. Fire hissed and lightning sputtered as Erend’s scales burned and corroded beneath the slashes, sparks flying as he was driven aside.

Aesa intercepted the next swing with a wall of reinforced ice but the blade cleaved through it in a single motion. The ice blackened and collapsed as the sword grazed her shoulder.

Frost cracked and shattered, leaving scorched lines across her scales that smoked with lingering decay.

The three Dragons regrouped instinctively, circling as Zerathul pressed forward, the necrotic sword carving arcs of destruction through the sky.

Blow after blow landed. Claws met darkness blades, earth and fire clashed against it as well. Each exchange left new slashes and deep scratches across their bodies, scales chipped, burned, and corroded despite their defenses.

Pain mounted on their body, but none of them retreated. They tightened their formation instead, wings beating in unison as they endured the storm, knowing this was the cost of keeping Zerathul locked in close combat while the seal still held.

The three Dragons did not need to exchange a single thought to understand what had to be done.

There was no strategy left to discuss, no openings to wait for.

They pressed forward on instinct alone, attacking without pause, keeping the pressure constant, relentless, and unforgiving.

Zerathul suddenly threw his head back and roared, the sound tearing through the sky.

"Even with my time power sealed," he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt, "you still cannot touch me."

He vanished from their immediate focus in a blur of motion and reappeared in front of Eccar with terrifying speed.

The necrotic sword came down again and again, strikes chaining together too fast to fully evade.

Eccar raised his arms and earth plating to block, but the blade kept finding gaps, carving through stone, flesh, and his Magic.

The slashes shook him harder than the last, corrosion spreading across his scales as the pain stacked mercilessly.

Zerathul stayed on him relentlessly. A final sweeping slash tore through Eccar’s wing membrane.

The earth armor could not protect what was not reinforced. The membrane shredded, blackened at the edges as necrotic energy ate through it.

Eccar roared in fury and pain as his balance broke. His massive body dropped, wings failing him as he fell through the air, stone fragments and corrupted scales trailing behind.

Erend and Aesa felt the shock instantly.

Eccar was falling.

But Zerathul gave them no time to react.

He twisted in midair and surged straight toward Aesa with the necrotic sword already raised.

His assault resumed without hesitation, attacks after attacks crashing down on the ice Dragon in a relentless barrage.

Ice shattered, frost exploded, and dark energy carved through her defenses as Zerathul pressed the advantage, determined to break them one by one.

Erend saw it and roared with fury that tore out of his throat as he dashed himself toward Zerathul.

The sight of Eccar falling burned into his mind, but he knew Eccar was not in immediate danger yet.

Aesa was the one in immediate danger.

Zerathul did not slow when Erend closed in. He kept pressing Aesa mercilessly, the necrotic sword carving into her crystalline, bluish body again and again and blackened her ice, spreading rot through frost.

Shards of corrupted crystal broke away as she staggered under the assault.

She tried to pull back, wings beating hard, ice surging to shield herself. But the blade flashed once more. It tore through her wing membrane. Frost exploded outward.

Aesa cried out as her balance shattered. Her wings could no longer hold her.

She also fell.

Her wounded body dropped through the sky, leaving a trail of fractured ice and darkened crystal behind her as Zerathul turned, his attention already snapping back toward Erend.

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