I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1324: Questions

The King did not calm down even after the silence settled. The anger remained in him, simmering beneath the surface as a heavier thought began to take its place.

This was not a minor failure or a contained incident. This was the first time something of this scale had happened within his kingdom, and the weight of it pressed hard against his thoughts.

No one outside this chamber knew. And that, at the very least, was one thing still under his control.

With the reach of his authority and the strength of his forces, he could contain the information. The Arcane Authority would ensure silence. The guards would suppress rumors before they spread. The people would remain unaware.

But that control felt fragile.

The King sighed, but the breath did nothing to ease the tension that tightened across his frame.

His hand remained clenched against the armrest, the veins along his forearm slightly raised.

He was not just a ruler who commanded from a throne. He was a man forged through battle, a former mage and warrior who had faced threats directly and crushed them with strength and precision. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

This... was different.

His mind moved rapidly, far beyond the chamber, racing through possibilities he could not fully grasp.

If three unknown beings could infiltrate the most protected sites in his kingdom without resistance, then what else could they reach?

Could they enter the palace itself?

Could they strike without warning?

Could they dismantle the Sky Anchor entirely before anyone could react?

His jaw tightened.

And worse... what if this was only the beginning?

What if those three were not alone?

What if they were scouts for something greater?

An invasion not of armies of other nations, but from entities beyond their understanding. Since they came from another world.

His thoughts changed again into darker ones this time.

If the Sky Anchor was compromised, even partially, what would happen to the world itself? Would the flow of power collapse? Would the structure that held everything together begin to fracture?

Would entire regions fall?

Would the people even understand what was happening before it was too late? Or should he begin preparation now?

His fingers pressed harder into the armrest.

Or perhaps the threat was more precise.

What if those beings were not here to destroy immediately, but to observe... to learn and identify their weaknesses before striking at the exact moment that would cause the most damage?

A calculated enemy was far more dangerous than a reckless one. And this was calculated enemies that came from another world!

His gaze lifted slightly, unfocused, as the thoughts continued to spiral.

And then another possibility surfaced, quieter but no less dangerous.

What if they were not enemies at all... but something worse?

Something that operated beyond the logic of conflict and defense.

Something that did not need to attack to bring ruin.

The King’s expression hardened again, but beneath it, the uncertainty remained.

For the first time in years of his time in the throne, he faced a threat he could neither see clearly nor strike directly.

That was what unsettled him the most.

The King remained still for a moment longer. His thoughts tightened into more control as he forced himself away from the spiral of possibilities.

His gaze lowered back to the chamber, sharp again, focused not on fear right now but on action they had to do.

"Enough," he said, his voice firm, cutting through the lingering tension. "These questions will not give us answers."

His eyes moved across everyone present, settling briefly on each of them before hardening with intent.

"I want to hear it from all of you," he continued. "What are we dealing with? Where do they come from? What do they want? And more importantly... did they show any sign of intent at all?"

The weight of his questions settled heavily in the room.

Arven was the first to respond, though even he hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking.

"They... did not act with hostility, your majesty," he said carefully. "At least not directly. The one who came to my site did not attempt to take the fragment. She only observed it."

The King’s gaze sharpened. "Observed? That is all?"

Arven nodded slightly.

"Yes. But..." his jaw tightened, "...the pressure of her Magic was overwhelming. It was not something I could match. It felt like standing against something far beyond our scale."

A brief silence followed before Eldric spoke next, his voice slower, more deliberate.

"The one who came to my domain behaved similarly," he said. "He did not strike the Sky Anchor either. But he acted... strategically."

The King leaned forward slightly. "Explain."

Eldric’s fingers tightened faintly around his staff.

"He gathered the Magical beasts across the entire mountain range. Forced them into movement to create a large-scale distraction. And when I engaged him..." he paused, his expression darkening, "...his control over earth Magic was immense. Not just power, but precision. It was as if the land itself answered to him."

That only deepened the weight pressing across the chamber.

Then Draven spoke.

"The one I faced..." his voice was lower, edged with frustration, "...was fast. Too fast. He was also strong enough to break through everything I put in front of him."

His hand clenched slightly at his side.

"I engaged directly. I tried to stop him before he could reach the core. But..." his jaw tightened, "...I lost consciousness before I could understand what he was truly capable of."

Silence followed. Heavy and suffocating.

The King did not speak immediately. Neither did his advisor. Across the chamber, Velrion remained still, his gaze lowered slightly as he processed every detail.

Three different encounters. Three different methods. Three overwhelming presences.

And yet, the same result.

They did nothing to the Sky Anchor. At least as far as they know.

The realization settled again, heavier than before, and none of them truly understood what had happened.

The King leaned back slightly, his expression hard but no longer driven by anger alone. Now it was showing controlled but uncertain expressions.

"So they came, overpowered all of you," he said slowly, "reached the core of the Sky Anchor, and left without taking anything."

No one answered.

Because there was nothing to add.

Velrion finally moved. He stepped forward slightly, his robe shifting softly as his gaze lifted toward the King.

"If we cannot understand their actions through direct observation, your majesty," he said calmly, "then we must turn to what we already have."

The King’s eyes shifted toward him.

Velrion continued, his voice steady. "The Sky Anchor is not something newly discovered. Its origins are old. Older than most records we actively reference."

A brief pause settled in the room.

"And if these beings truly are world travelers, then this may not be the first time such entities have appeared in recorded history."

The advisor’s eyes narrowed slightly at that. Velrion’s expression remained firm.

"We need to search the archives for every record related to the Sky Anchor. Every mention of anomalies, intrusions, or travelers from beyond this world."

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"There may be patterns. Or warnings that we have overlooked."

The King remained silent for a moment, considering.

Then he gave a slow, firm nod.

"Do it," he said.

The decision settled across the chamber like a command that carried more weight than any before it.

For now, they did not have answers. But they would begin searching for them.

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