I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1251: Last Farewell

Hearing those words felt like another heavy blow to their chests. Just when they had believed Krono might still remain with them in some form, that fragile hope shattered again.

"Is there truly no other way?" Erend asked, his voice echoing through the link, strained and unwilling to accept it.

Erend, Eccar, and Aesa hovered in a loose circle around Zerathul’s remaining fetus-like form, which clung desperately to existence.

The malformed head trembled, its tentacles curling inward as if sensing its end.

Above them, the sky remained fractured and drowned in chaotic elemental Magic left behind by the battle. But now that chaos began to decay. The darkness peeled away from the sky like dead skin, breaking apart and falling downward as drifting ash, dissolving before it could ever touch the ground.

"No," Krono’s voice answered at last, calm yet heavy with finality. "I have already told you. If I do not use my time power to seal his existence, this thing will return. Again and again. We do not want that, do we?"

Silence followed.

It stretched long and suffocating.

None of the three Dragons spoke. Grief settled heavily among them, deeper for Erend and Eccar, who had fought and traveled beside Krono for so long. But even Aesa felt it keenly.

Though she had not shared their long history, the bond between Dragonborn had existed since the moment of their creation. Losing one of their own was never light.

Then something changed.

Golden light began to stir within Zerathul’s remaining form.

It started as faint threads, glowing softly beneath the raw flesh, before surging outward in powerful waves.

Time power poured from within, wrapping around the malformed head and its thrashing tentacles. The light constricted, binding every movement. Zerathul’s final struggles froze as time power clamped down on his existence.

The creature let out a scream.

It was no longer an infant-like scream. It was filled with agony, fury, and absolute hatred. The sound twisted unnaturally, echoing across the sky as if trying to escape his predicament.

The golden light intensified.

Zerathul’s form began to shrink. Slowly, then faster, compressing inward as layers of existence peeled away.

His cries weakened and distorted, until they were nothing more than a fading echo.

Then there was nothing.

No body, presence, and no more corrupted power.

Only empty air where he had been.

Erend, Eccar, and Aesa remained in their Dragon bodies, hovering in silence. They stared at the emptiness with sadness weighing heavily in their hearts. None of them moved or spoke.

Then, unexpectedly, golden light flared once more.

From the point where Zerathul had vanished, several streams of gentle golden radiance emerged.

They drifted upward like falling stars, moving toward the three Dragons.

One by one the lights entered their bodies, bathing them in a faint golden glow.

For a few seconds, time seemed to hold its breath.

Then the light faded, disappearing completely into them.

"What... is this?" Eccar asked quietly, his voice filled with confusion.

Aesa felt it clearly and her eyes widened slightly.

"This is Krono’s time power." Her voice carried shock and reverence.

Erend felt it too. There was no doubt. The presence was familiar, calm, and achingly gentle.

Krono’s power now flowed within them.

"It seems like... even when he was gone," Erend said slowly, "he still wanted to help us."

Eccar and Aesa turned toward him. Neither of them spoke at first. The truth of his words settled deeply in their hearts, bringing the grief back with renewed force.

This was Krono’s final gift. His last act as the Time Dragon. And his final farewell.

They hovered there for a moment without saying or doing anything. The sky slowly stabilized around them, the last remnants of fractured light fading into distant clouds, but none of the three Dragons moved.

Their thoughts lingered on the moment that had just passed, on the presence that had vanished forever.

Eventually, Erend broke the silence.

"Let’s use this power just like how Krono wanted us to," he said through the link, his voice steady despite the weight in his chest.

Eccar and Aesa nodded in unison. Neither of them spoke, but the resolve was clear. As they turned and began to descend, each of them carried a silent promise in their hearts.

Krono’s power would not be wasted. It would be used to protect.

They flew downward together, their wings cutting through thinning clouds until the battlefield below came fully into view.

King Gulben, Aerchon, Adrius, Lysander, Adrien, Billy, Arty, and Sylmira were gathered in the air beneath them, all still supported by Magic to flight. Every one of them looked exhausted. Armor was cracked, clothing torn, faces marked by strain and lingering fear. But relief had already begun to settle among them.

Aurdis was there as well, hovering close to the others. The tension in her posture eased the moment she saw the three Dragonborn returning.

Their presence alone was an answer.

When Erend, Eccar, and Aesa descended to their level, it meant only one thing.

The enemy had been defeated.

"Is it... done?" Billy asked, his voice tight, as if afraid the answer might shatter if spoken too confidently.

"Yes," Erend answered.

Because he was still in his Dragon body, his voice rolled across the air like distant thunder.

Then Erend let the power recede.

Lightning crawled back into his scales and vanished. Fire dimmed into glowing embers before dissolving into light. His massive Dragon body broke apart into streams of radiance, revealing his human body beneath.

Eccar and Aesa followed him moments later. Golden earth-light and cold frost dispersed around them as they changed back as well. Though their bodies returned to human shape, their Dragon wings remained extended, keeping them aloft.

Seeing them alive, whole, and no longer fighting like this made the tension finally break.

One by one, the warriors around them let out long, exhausted breaths. Some laughed quietly, some simply closed their eyes for a moment, letting relief wash over them.

This time, they were certain. The enemy was truly gone.

Slowly, they descended toward the ground together.

As they did, Thar’Zul-Vekar retracted the roots of light that had spread across the battlefield.

The glowing tendrils withdrew into the earth, leaving behind restored ground and fading traces of ancient Magic. The ancient god’s presence settled beside them.

When they finally touched down, the battlefield stood quiet for the first time since the battle began.

Above them, the scarred sky no longer felt hostile.

For the first time in a long while, they felt like the world could breathe again.

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