I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1250: Need Of Seal

What they saw was disturbing beyond expectation. Beneath the shattered grandeur of the Gravebringer, beneath the stolen time power, the golden and black armor, and the colossal body that had dominated the skies, there was something obscene and wrong.

Curled in on itself was a malformed, fetus-like creature. Its body looked like exposed reddish and dark flesh, glossy like raw meat.

Tentacles replaced what should have been a mouth and nose, twitching weakly as if searching for air. Its head was elongated, stretched unnaturally, and even though it was still enormous by mortal standards, it was nothing compared to Zerathul’s former towering form before this.

It looked fragile, pathetic, and wrong.

For several moments, Erend, Eccar, and Aesa simply stared at it.

Their Dragon bodies hovered in the air, wings beating slowly. Their minds were momentarily unable to process the sight.

The image burned itself into them, stripping away any remaining illusion of grandeur or dark divinity the Gravebringer once carried.

"Is this... the true form of that thing?" Eccar sent through their link, with disbelief heavy in his voice.

"That thing looks pathetic," Aesa replied, her voice sharp with disdain and revulsion. "This is what destroyed my world. This is what forced me to slaughter my own people."

Her fury simmered cold and lethal. To her, the creature no longer looked like a god of death. It looked like her prey.

For a brief moment longer, Erend remained silent, staring at the curled form. Something twisted in his chest, like a deep sense of disgust and clarity.

Then he snapped back to himself.

"This is our chance," Erend said sharply through the link. "Don’t stop. Keep attacking!"

They moved instantly, gathering their power again.

But before they could release it the fetus-like creature’s body twitched.

Its tentacles pulled inward as its elongated head slowly lifted. Flesh peeled back around its face as two eyes opened. It was slitted, yellow, sickly and still burning with malice.

The gaze locked onto them.

Then it screamed.

The roar that followed was thinner than before, but no less violent. A shockwave blasted outward, slamming into the three Dragons and ripping through the air with shrill distortion.

The creature began to uncurl.

His limbs extended. His body stretched, his bones cracking wetly as he reshaped himself into something resembling a smaller, juvenile version of Zerathul.

The tentacles retracted partially, forming a grotesque mockery of a face. Unstable and furious power surged through it.

"Attack!" Erend shouted without hesitation.

Erend opened his Dragon mouth and lightning breath erupted forth in a blinding torrent. It was screaming as it tore across the distance.

Eccar followed instantly. In his full Dragon body golden Earth Dragon Magic condensed in overwhelming volume.

Hundreds of earth lances formed at once, before he hurled them forward in a devastating barrage.

Aesa drew in a breath that frosted the air around her.

Then she unleashed her ice breath once more, a freezing torrent as cold and absolute as before, devouring heat and motion alike.

Lightning, earth, and ice. All three attacks struck the exposed and defenseless form of Zerathul at the same time. This time, there was no shield to stop them.

The combined attack struck Zerathul without mercy. There was no defense or resistance left from him.

Lightning ripped straight through the malformed body, tearing it apart in blinding arcs. Earth lances punched through flesh and bone, pulverizing what little structure remained. Ice followed, freezing and shattering what the other forces had not already destroyed.

Zerathul’s body came apart violently.

Chunks of ruined flesh were torn away and disintegrated, his power collapsing in on itself. In moments there was nothing left of the twisted body.

Only his elongated head remained.

It floated there, tentacles hanging limply beneath it, twitching weakly as corrupted energy bled away into nothingness.

Then the sound of crying came. It was thin and warped, like the wail of a newborn twisted into an ancient and hateful sound.

The sound clawed at the air, sounded unsettling and disturbing, sending a chill even through their Dragon scales.

"I was so close," Zerathul said, his voice breaking and overlapping with the crying, as if two sounds were trying to escape the same throat. "I would have taken over the worlds."

Erend hovered in front of him, lightning still crackling along his Dragon body. His gaze was cold and unyielding.

"But you can’t," Erend said. "And you won’t. You’ve caused too much suffering. You are dead here and now."

Zerathul cried again, the sound sharp and shrill, like a dying infant’s scream dragged across broken glass.

His tentacles suddenly lashed outward, stretching and writhing as if driven by pure instinct. They clawed at the air in a desperate like his final attempt to hold onto existence.

Erend drew in a breath and turned his head slightly. He was about to tell Eccar and Aesa to finish it.

Then a voice echoed inside all three of their minds at once.

"Don’t destroy him yet."

The presence was unmistakable.

"We must seal it. If you kill him like this, he still have the chance of resurrection."

Erend froze.

"Krono?" he asked through the link with disbelief.

He had thought the Time Dragon was gone. Truly dead. Yet the voice was real.

Eccar and Aesa felt it too. Krono’s presence lingered faintly but it was undeniably, like a clear echo.

Relief and happy feelings surged through them when they knew he wasn’t completely gone.

"Then tell us what to do. How do we seal him?" Erend asked.

For a moment there was only silence. Then Krono’s voice returned. "You won’t. I am the one who will do it."

The air around Zerathul’s remaining head distorted, bending inward.

"Only time power can bind what he is now," Krono continued. "His existence no longer follows a single timeline. If you destroy him, fragments of him will still try to reform across broken moments. I can stop that."

Understanding hit them all at once.

Their chest tightened. They felt it again. That same dread as before.

The same feelings they had felt when Krono first began to fade.

Eccar swallowed and forced himself to speak. "Then... what about you?"

Silence answered him. Like the silence of something choosing its final words carefully.

Seconds stretched. The sky’s fractures hung unmoving. Even Zerathul’s crying faltered, reduced to weak, uneven sobs.

Then Krono spoke again.

"This time... I will truly be gone."

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