I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1311: The Island

The surface of the sea did not rise gently. It churned.

At first, it began as a low tremor beneath the water that looked subtle but unnatural. The waves pulled inward as if something beneath the ocean floor had taken a breath.

Then the stillness shattered. The water surged violently and spiraling outward in heavy currents that collided against one another with force.

A deep rumble followed. The next moment the sea split.

From beneath the dark water something massive began to rise. Jagged and ancient stone broke through the surface, covered in layers of algae and time-worn erosion. Water cascaded down its sides in heavy sheets as more of it emerged. What had once been hidden beneath the ocean now forced its way back into the world above.

The island called the Drowned Crown began its return to the surface.

The island rose slowly but with undeniable weight, displacing the surrounding sea as it lifted itself higher and higher. Waves crashed outward in expanding rings. The shoreline trembled under the pressure of its emergence.

And with it Magic energy surged.

It wasn't a natural flow. It pulsed through the air in uneven waves, filled with thick and oppressive feelings. The atmosphere seemed to tighten as if something old and sealed had just been awakened again. The forest around Erend responded subtly. The leaves trembled, the wind shifted without direction.

The guards felt it too. Their formations tightened immediately.

Weapons were raised. Their movements became sharper and more alert. What had been disciplined stillness turned into active readiness.

Heads turned in quick intervals as they scanned their surroundings, their stances lowering slightly as if preparing for sudden conflict.

They weren't surprised. But they were cautious. Very cautious.

At the edge of the forest, Erend remained completely still.

His eyes stayed locked onto the rising island. His expression was calm but focused. The faint glow of Magic in the air reflected in his gaze as he studied everything. The guards, their positions, and the flow of their attention.

That made things more complicated.

Charging in directly would create too much noise. Too much attention. And right now, he didn't know what was waiting inside that island. Walking in blind while alerting everyone outside wasn't a good option.

His mind moved quickly.

He tracked the patrol paths. The gaps between their lines. The way their attention shifted more toward the island than the forest behind them.

"They're prioritizing on watching the island," he realized. That gave him a window. But a small one.

The island continued rising until finally the movement stopped.

It stood fully above the water now, revealing its real shape.

The Drowned Crown was larger than it first appeared. The outer edges were uneven, made of fractured stone and broken terrain that looked like it had been torn apart and forced back together over time. Ruins that most likely remnants of structures long decayed scattered across its surface.

But at its center was something intact.

A massive structure stood tall above everything else. A palace-like building constructed from dark stone that seemed untouched by time compared to the rest. Its walls were smooth and towering, its design intricate, carrying an ancient authority that overshadowed the ruins around it.

It wasn't just a ruin but the core. The reason this island mattered.

Back at the perimeter, one of the guards stepped forward.

His presence stood out immediately. He must be the captain.

"Positions!" he ordered sharply. "Stay alert. Watch every direction. No one gets close without being seen."

The guards responded instantly.

They moved with precision, adjusting their formations and spreading their awareness. Some shifted their focus toward the forest. Others toward the shoreline. Their control over the area tightened within seconds.

Erend exhaled and sighed. "I can't wait any longer."

The moment had come.

Without hesitation, power surged through his body.

From his back, reddish Dragon wings spread outward in a smooth motion. The faint glow from them pulsed before stabilizing as he bent his knees slightly then launched.

His body shot upward into the air in complete silence without explosion or shockwave. Just pure control.

The guards below didn't react. They didn't see him.

Erend moved high above their line of sight, his body blending into the darkness of the night sky. His presence suppressed, his aura concealed with precise Magic control as he glided forward.

The island grew closer beneath him.

He angled his descent carefully to avoid direct lines of sight, using the shadows cast by the uneven terrain and broken structures below.

He descended toward the palace in a controlled drop. His speed reduced just before reaching the structure. His feet barely made a sound as he touched down near the outer wall.

Immediately, concealment Magic wrapped tighter around him.

His presence vanished completely.

Erend moved along the back side of the palace, his steps light and deliberate as he searched for an entry point that wouldn't expose him.

Then he found it. A small window partially broken and hidden behind a collapsed section of stone. It was perfect.

Without hesitation, he slipped through.

His body moved smoothly into the darkness beyond the wall then disappearing into the interior of the palace without leaving a single sign behind.

Outside, the guards remained unaware that Erend had entered.

The interior of the palace did not match its exterior.

Erend stepped through the broken window and paused for a moment, letting his senses spread. What he expected was remnants of a royal structure but there was none.

The space was empty.

The walls stretched upward in clean uninterrupted lines of dark stone. No decorations or carvings. No signs of past occupants.

The floor beneath his feet was smooth and unmarked, as if no one had ever walked across it despite the age of the structure.

Magic filled the entire place.

Not in the chaotic way outside, but controlled and layered with precision. Thin lines of glowing sigils ran along the walls, forming interconnected patterns that extended across the ceiling and down into the floors.

These were seals. Thousands of them.

Erend's eyes narrowed slightly as he took it in.

He didn't linger for long and moved forward.

Then he felt the faint pull. A subtle tug within the flow of energy in the building, like a current guiding him toward its source.

Erend adjusted his path without hesitation.

He followed it deeper into the structure, moving through wide empty halls. The seals grew denser the further he went.

Ahead, a stairway revealed itself, descending into darkness.

Erend continued without pause. His body moved downward. The air grew heavier as he descended. The Magic around him thickened.

The deeper he went, the stronger the pull became.

At the bottom, the space opened into a long corridor.

Erend stepped into the corridor.

Then stopped.

At the far end of the corridor stood a tall man.

He wore fitted leather armor reinforced at the shoulders and chest, designed for mobility rather than defense. His posture was stiff.

One hand rested lightly on the handle of the sword at his hip.

Erend's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed him.

The man didn't move or speak.

"This must be the guard of this place." Erend sighed with annoyance. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The atmosphere between them tightened.

The corridor fell into complete silence.

Then suddenly the man moved toward him with incredible speed.

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