I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1301: The Fragment

The old man glanced back briefly as they continued walking through the long tunnel.

He did not miss the subtle change in Eccar’s expression.

It was small. Most people would have overlooked it. But the old man had spent his life studying faces, reactions, and the quiet signs people revealed when their minds moved faster than their words.

For a short moment earlier when he explained the spreading energy of the Sky Anchor, Eccar’s eyes had changed slightly.

It was the look of someone who had expected something... and had just received confirmation.

The old man noticed it clearly. It made his curiosity stirred again. For a moment, his urge to ask returned stronger than before.

Finally, he spoke again while continuing to walk.

"If you truly know something about it," the old man said slowly, "can you tell me anything at all about the Sky Anchor?"

Eccar shook his head immediately. "I can’t."

The answer came calmly, without hesitation.

The old man’s fingers twitched slightly at his side and frustration rose inside him. It was not directed at Eccar. It came from himself.

He was a Mage. More than that, he was a scholar. His entire life had been built upon studying Magic, searching for knowledge, and understanding the mysteries that shaped their world.

And now the truth might be standing right in front of him. Yet he could not reach it.

He could not force the answer out of this man. That possibility had already disappeared the moment he realized the difference between their strength.

The old man sighed and forced himself to calm down because he knew that anger would accomplish nothing.

Without another word, he continued walking deeper into the tunnel.

After several more minutes, the narrow passage finally widened. They stepped into a larger underground chamber.

At the far end of the chamber stood a massive double door made entirely of dark metal. The surface of the doors was covered with countless glowing runes arranged in complicated patterns of circles, triangles, and squares that intertwined with each other, forming enormous sigils that spread across the entire structure.

Each sigil pulsed faintly with Magic.

Eccar immediately understood what he was looking at. These sigils were not decorations restraints from what inside.

They existed to hold the Sky Anchor’s power in check and prevent its energy from leaking outside.

The old man stepped forward and raised both of his hands toward the doors.

As his palms hovered in front of the metal surface, his own sigils appeared in the air before him. They rotated slowly, glowing with familiar patterns that matched the formations carved into the door.

The moment his sigils touched the surface, the runes across the doors reacted.

A deep vibration echoed through the chamber. The enormous metal doors slowly began to open by themselves.

As the gap widened, a wave of pressure rolled out from the darkness beyond. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Eccar felt it immediately and his expression tightened.

He frowned slightly.

The Magic inside this place felt different. It was powerful, ancient, and unstable in a way that made his instincts uneasy. And there was something else inside it. Something disturbingly familiar.

Eccar felt the same unsettling sensation he had experienced before when facing Zerathaul. It was not actually identical to Zerathul’s Magic but similar enough.

That similarity strengthened the conviction in his mind.

The old man turned his head slightly and noticed Eccar’s reaction. He saw the frown and sudden tension in his expression.

It confirmed something to him. This being from another world truly understood the power contained within the Sky Anchor.

"Quickly," the old man said. "We shouldn’t leave the doors open for too long. The energy will begin leaking outside."

Without waiting further, he stepped through the entrance.

Eccar followed him inside. The moment both of them entered, the enormous double doors closed behind them once again with a deep metallic sound that echoed through the chamber like distant thunder.

The runes carved across the surface flared briefly before dimming again, sealing the entrance completely.

The air inside the chamber felt heavier than the tunnels outside, thick with ancient Magic that seemed to press quietly against the senses.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then the old man turned slightly toward Eccar.

"These doors," he said, his voice low in the enclosed space, "can only be opened by me or the other guardian assigned to this place." He paused briefly. "But the other one is not here right now."

His words carried an unspoken meaning. Once those doors closed, there would be no easy way out unless he allowed it.

But Eccar barely reacted. He did not even turn his head. Instead, his gaze had already moved toward the center of the chamber.

Without replying, he simply began walking forward.

The old man watched him go, realizing that his words had not been particularly important to the visitor. Compared to the thing inside this chamber, the doors behind them meant very little.

The chamber itself was vast.

Unlike the tunnels outside, this space had been carved with deliberate precision. The walls rose high and smooth, their surfaces layered with ancient runic lines that glowed like distant stars trapped within the stone.

Massive pillars covered in sealing formations designed to restrain the energy that filled the room and circled the interior.

And at the very center stood the Sky Anchor.

It rose from the ground like a fragment of a fallen star embedded into the earth.

The object itself stood nearly three meters tall. Its shape was irregular, neither fully crystalline nor completely metallic. Parts of its surface reflected light like polished obsidian while other sections looked like fractured crystal frozen in place.

Thin veins of faint silver light flowed slowly across its body as if energy moved beneath its surface like a slow heartbeat.

Several massive chains made of rune-covered metal extended from the surrounding pillars and wrapped around the Sky Anchor, binding it in place. Each chain glowed with complex sigils, holding the object firmly within its restraints.

Despite those bindings, the Sky Anchor radiated power.

The air around it distorted faintly like heat waves rising from burning stone. A hum filled the chamber. It was not loud but constant, like a vibration that seemed to resonate directly inside his bones.

Eccar stopped several steps away from it. His golden eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the object. The pressure coming from it was unmistakable now. It was ancient and alien.

The energy leaking from the Sky Anchor felt similar to Magic energy, yet it carried something else inside it. He did not only feel Zerathul’s power but also Erend’s power inside it.

For a moment, Eccar remained completely silent as he examined it.

The old man stopped and stood beside him, then turned his head slightly to study his face.

Earlier, Eccar had only shown curiosity and quiet focus. Now something else had appeared. Confusion.

The old man saw it clearly in the tightening of his brow and the deeper line that formed between his eyes.

Eccar’s gaze remained locked on the Sky Anchor, but his thoughts were clearly racing somewhere far beyond this chamber.

The old man did not interrupt him. So he simply waited and watched.

Eccar’s jaw tightened. He grit his teeth and drew in a slow breath before letting it escape sharply through his nose.

He had finally really found one of the missing fragments of the Void Architect’s Creation.

"I need to Erend and Aesa immediately."

Eccar forced his gaze away from the Sky Anchor and finally spoke. "Old man."

The old man turned his head slightly."Yes?"

Eccar looked back at the object again, his golden eyes narrowing as if he were measuring something only he could perceive.

Then he asked quietly, "Can you tell me what’s going to happen... if we destroy this thing?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the old man froze. His eyes widened. For a few seconds the old man simply stared at him as if he had misheard the question.

"Destroy it...?" he repeated slowly.

The word itself sounded almost absurd inside this chamber. For decades, this object had been treated as equal as their god. It had been studied, sealed, and contained, but never once had anyone truly considered destroying it.

"Do you understand what you’re asking?" he said with a cold voice. He looked back at Eccar again.

Eccar looked at the old man for a moment longer, then suddenly smiled.

"Relax," he said lightly. "I’m just joking."

The old man did not laugh. His eyes remained sharp as he studied Eccar’s face, trying to decide whether that answer truly meant what it sounded like.

After a few seconds, he slowly turned his gaze back toward the Sky Anchor, though the tension in his shoulders did not completely fade.

Eccar also looked back at the object. His smile had already disappeared.

He understood far more about this thing than the old man ever could. The fragment before them carried the unmistakable signature of the Void Architect’s Creation. Something like this was never meant to exist inside a normal world. If it remained here long enough, it could eventually bring disaster.

Yet destroying it was not simple either.

This fragment was already tied to the structure of the world itself. Breaking it recklessly could cause consequences just as catastrophic.

For now, there was only one thing to do. They had to locate the rest of the fragments first. Until then, Eccar decided he would simply wait.

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