I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1244: The Chance

The sky became something unrecognizable. Black and white radiance flooded every direction, no longer mere light but also filled with chaotic Magic saturating the air itself.

It spread outward in crushing thick and oppressive waves that pressed down on the world below as if the sky and air had gained weight.

Breathing grew difficult. Movement slowed. The atmosphere felt heavy, suffocating, charged with power far beyond mortal measure.

People on the ground staggered as the pressure struck them. They were forced to their knees, palms pressed into dirt or stone as their bodies trembled under the invisible force, or collapsed completely, consciousness slipping away as their strength failed them.

The weaker of the people screamed, the children cried. Even animals panicked, scattering wildly or freezing in place, unable to understand the terror that gripped their instincts.

Those with stronger Magic endured just long enough to look up.

What they saw stole their breath.

The sky blinked violently between devouring darkness and blinding white, flashing so rapidly it hurt to watch.

The space seemed unstable, warping and shuddering as if reality could not decide which force it should obey.

Far above, two colossal powers clashed, their struggle resembling less a battle and more a collision between gods.

A hush fell over many as fear settled deep into their bones.

Murmurs spread through streets, fields, and city squares, voices shaking and uncertain.

"What… what are we watching?"

"What's happening to the sky?"

"Is this some kind of divine punishment?"

"Is this the end?"

"Is the world about to end?"

No one had answers.

They did not know who fought above. They did not know why it had begun. They only knew that whatever power ruled the sky now was utterly beyond them. Beyond soldiers, Mages, and beyond anything they had ever believed could exist.

And it had come without warning.

Moments ago, it had been an ordinary day.

Fields had been alive with work, farmers tending crops beneath a clear sky. Markets had buzzed with voices and trade, stalls filled with goods and laughter. Roads had carried travelers and messengers, unaware that their lives were about to change in an instant.

Now panic tore through everything.

Tools were abandoned where they fell. Crops were left unharvested. Coins spilled across market stones as merchants fled.

Families shouted names in desperation, grabbing children and loved ones as they ran.

People poured into streets, then reversed course, fear driving them back toward their homes.

Doors slammed shut. Windows were barred, and candles were lit and prayers whispered through trembling lips.

They hid, hoping walls and roofs might offer protection from a sky that no longer felt like part of their world.

Above them, mercy did not slow the battle.

While the people below fled for shelter, the fighters in the sky remained trapped in their own nightmare.

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On a platform of glowing roots, Aurdis reached Erend at last. She dropped beside him without hesitation, hands already glowing as she pressed them to his wounded body.

Healing Magic surged from her palms, flowing into blackened wounds and shattered flesh as Erend gasped through clenched teeth.

His body shook beneath her touch, pain still raging even as restoration fought to reclaim what death had tried to steal.

The sky above continued to flicker, black and white light tearing at one another.

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Erend opened his eyes slowly, vision still swimming as the world swayed above him.

The sky flashed black and white through gaps in the glowing roots, each pulse sending a dull ache through his skull. He sucked in a shallow breath and forced his head to turn.

"We… we need to go back up," he said, his voice rough and strained. His jaw tightened as pain rippled through his chest. "Right now, the power opposing Zerathul is there, fighting him. We have to take this chance." He grimaced, fingers digging into the roots beneath him. "This is the only moment we'll get to kill him."

Aurdis froze.

Her hands were still glowing faintly against his body, healing light flowing steadily, but her eyes shimmered as tears threatened to spill. Fear, relief, and dread twisted together in her chest. She bit down hard, forcing the emotion back. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Now was not the time to cry.

She nodded once firmly, even though her heart screamed for him to stay down and rest.

Nearby, Eccar and Aesa stood in their human bodies, battered but upright.

Their wounds were still visible, their breathing uneven, but the worst of the damage had faded. When Erend spoke, they exchanged a single glance.

"We can't waste this chance," Eccar said grimly to Aesa.

Aesa nodded in agreement, her expression tight. Pain still lingered in her body but her body that was now restored responded when she shifted them slightly, testing their strength. They were not whole or perfectly healed, but they were enough to fly and to fight again.

A presence descended moments later as Thar'Zul-Vekar arrived beside them, light and roots folding around their form as they landed.

They took in Erend's condition, the flickering sky above, and the distant clash of opposing powers in silence.

For a few tense moments, none of them spoke.

Then Thar'Zul-Vekar lifted their gaze.

"We must tell the others," he said. "All of us need to fight now."

Aesa hesitated. Doubt flickered across her face.

"But what if they're not strong enough to face Zerathul directly?" she asked. "What if they can't survive getting close?"

Thar'Zul-Vekar's expression hardened.

"That is the risk we must take," they replied without hesitation. "Zerathul is weakening right now. His attention is divided. His power is being disrupted. We will not get another chance like this."

Eccar clenched his fists. Aesa closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, eight now determination was settling in her gaze.

They both knew it. As terrifying as the risk was, Thar'Zul-Vekar was right.

If they hesitated now, everything that had been sacrificed would mean nothing.

Erend pushed himself up slightly, the pain no longer stopping him. His breathing steadied, his eyes burning with determination as he looked toward the sky.

"Let's move," he said. "Before that power fades back."

Above them, the black and white power clashed. Time running out with every pulse.

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