I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1245: Still There

"I will keep the debris from falling to the ground," Thar'Zul-Vekar said, their voice steady and filled with real determination as they lifted their hands toward the fractured sky.

Roots of light unfurled around them, spreading outward and upward like living veins, reaching for the raining fragments torn loose by the clash above.

Broken stone, shattered remnants of flesh, and fragments of warped space slowed as the roots caught them, bound them, and held them suspended before they could fall toward the helpless world below.

Eccar looked at them, hope shining clearly in his eyes. Yet deep in his heart, he knew the truth.

Thar'Zul-Vekar was weakened as well. Their presence flickered faintly, their power no longer endless as it once had been. And still, they chose to stand here and bear this burden.

That alone spoke of how deeply the ancient forest god wished to protect this world.

"Thank you," Eccar said sincerely. "Without you, this whole fight would be far harder."

Thar'Zul-Vekar's androgynous face softened into a gentle smile.

"Of course," they replied simply.

Erend tried to rise again, Magic already flaring along his skin, scales faintly visible beneath the glow. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He forced himself up on shaking legs, determination burning fiercely in his eyes as he took a step forward.

Then his strength failed him.

Pain surged through his body like a blade driven into his spine, and he dropped to his knees with a sharp gasp.

The glow around him flickered violently before stabilizing again, but this time it was weaker than before.

Everyone turned toward him at once, the truth settling in their expressions.

Even with his will to fight still burning bright, his body was not ready.

"Stay here for a moment and let me heal you!" Aurdis said, already moving closer to him again. Her hands hovered above him, light gathering once more.

"I can't stay here," Erend growled, trying to push himself up again. "I must—"

"You can't do anything except kill yourself in your condition right now!" Aurdis snapped, her voice sharp with fear and anger as she grabbed his arm.

Erend stipped. He looked up at her and saw the tears already forming in her eyes. The tears were ttrembling but refusing to fall.

She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay strong even as her hands shook above him.

His heart softened at the sight.

"…Alright," Erend said quietly at last.

He turned his gaze to Eccar and Aesa, urgency burning behind his exhaustion. "There's not much time."

They both nodded.

Without another word, Eccar and Aesa spread their Dragon wings wide. Wind surged around them as they leapt from the platform, their bodies cutting upward toward the raging sky, racing back into the clash where black and white power tore reality apart.

Below, Aurdis began to heal him more intensely.

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Eccar and Aesa flew through the shattered sky again, their wings carving paths through violent currents of distorted air and Magic.

The black and white radiance above pulsed relentlessly, warping space with every clash, but they did not slow.

They split apart in the middle of their flight, veering in different directions without hesitation.

Eccar drove himself toward the heart of the Elven king, toward King Gulben and those still holding the fight together through sheer resolve around him.

While Aesa streaked across the sky toward Adrien, Billy and the others.

They did not linger for long. There was no time to explain everything. They just showed them that there was no room for hesitation or fear.

They carried only one truth, delivered with urgency and certainty: this was the moment. All power had to be brought to bear now. The fight above had cracked Zerathul's focus, and Thar'Zul-Vekar would hold the falling destruction at bay for as long as they could.

Doubt surfaced immediately in those they talked to. It showed in their tightened fists, in hesitant glances toward the sky.

Many of them knew their limits. They felt how vast the power above was and how small they were in comparison.

But Eccar and Aesa did not allow that doubt to take root.

They pressed the urgency into every word they said, driving home the truth that hesitation would only guarantee their failure and destruction.

Whatever chance existed would vanish if they hesitated now.

The hesitation finally broke.

Fragile but real determination replaced fear. King Gulben rallied them and they gathered what strength they had left.

The fighters prepared themselves.

The moment the warning was delivered, Eccar and Aesa turned back toward the sky without delay.

They regrouped midair and surged upward together, wings beating hard as they returned to the raging collision above.

The massive fragments of the battle above finally broke free and fell down.

Chunks, twisted remnants of condensed Magic energy torn from colossal battle above and warped debris born from collapsing space began to fall toward the world.

The ground trembled as shadows passed over fields, cities, and forests.

Thar'Zul-Vekar reacted instantly.

Roots of radiant light surged upward from their position, multiplying and branching faster than thought.

They pierced the air and wrapping around descending debris and crushing it apart when possible, grinding stone and warped matter into harmless dust before it could reach the ground.

When destruction could not be completed in time, the roots bound the fragments in place, holding them suspended midair.

The strain showed on the ancient god. The glow of the roots flickered as more debris fell, wave after wave, each impact testing the limits of Thar'Zul-Vekar's weakened strength. But, they held and protected the world below.

Above, Eccar and Aesa climbed higher, racing back toward the storm of black and white light.

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Zerathul continued to force his power against Khepra Ankh, pouring necrotic energy into the clash without restraint. The darkness surged, corroding space as it tried to overwhelm and consume everything in its path.

Yet Khepra Ankh did not yield. His white light burned with quiet, absolute authority, pressing back against the corruption, threatening not merely to repel it but to erase it entirely.

The pressure mounted. Power collided again and again, each impact sending shockwaves through the sky.

Zerathul felt it clearly that this was not resistance born of desperation like what the Dragon did. This was a force capable of ending him.

Fury exploded from Zerathul.

He threw his head back and roared and let out a sound so violent it shook through the heavens and rippled down into the world below.

The sky shuddered. Mountains trembled. And then, beneath that fury, something else surfaced.

Deep within his soul, past the layers of his power, Zerathul felt a presence.

His roar stopped. Shock rippled through his consciousness as the truth struck him with terrifying clarity.

The presence did not come from outside. It rose from within him, from the very core of the power he had claimed as his own.

Krono.

The Time Dragon whose body and power he had stolen was still there.

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