I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 875: Questions

Eccar shot through the air like a missile. The wind screaming around him. His eyes locked on the woman.

His wings folded in to gain speed. His claws glowing with earth Magic. Dust spiraled beneath him as he dove. His aura flaring golden-brown.

The woman — Orzhal-Kur — turned her head just in time. Her smile faded, replaced by recognition.

"There's the other one," she hissed, her voice curling like smoke. "Another Dragonborn, the earth-shaker!"

Her eyes flashed. She raised one hand, and thick thorned vines burst from the ground, reaching up to intercept Eccar.

But Eccar didn't slow down. He smashed through the first set of vines with a roar and keep going until he arrived right in front of her.

His armored fist glowing with a layer of compressed stone. He swung straight for her chest.

Orzhal-Kur twisted his aside. Her orange lames coiling around her body as she avoided the strike.

The vines hissed and lunged again, this time snaring around Eccar's leg.

He grunted and slammed his heel into the ground, summoning a wave of jagged spikes that shattered the vine and tore across the soil toward her.

Orzhal-Kur leapt back, fire bursting from her fingertips. She shoot a streak of orange flame that spun like a whip, aiming for Eccar's face.

He ducked under it then surged forward a moment later, swinging a stone-covered fist toward her jaw.

Their battle became a blur of motion and power.

Eccar keep attacking with his raw strength and relentless aggression, each of his punches backed by Magic power and earth enchanced force. It shattered chunks of the ground, and tore through vines thrown at him. Every step he took caused tremors. The terrain began to break apart beneath them.

Orzhal-Kur responded with elegance and ferocity. Her control over her unnatural vines was flawless like they moved as the extensions of her own limbs.

Some lashed out to bind Eccar while the others acted like shields, catching Eccar's attacks.

Orange fire danced through the air in curved slashes and bursts, keeping him at bay when he got too close.

But Eccar kept pressing her. His attacks forced her backward. He hurled pillars of stone from the ground, hammering at her defenses.

A wide arc of earth blades nearly clipped her shoulder and she was forced to twist away. Her eyes narrowing.

She hissed. "You're annoying."

"Good," Eccar growled with a wild grin that always appered in his face when he enjoyed the battle.

Her attention had shifted — fully and completely — to him. The vines holding Erend were no longer tightening. The fire constricting him flickered and lost its focus.

Suddenly, a crack echoed behind them.

The vines binding Erend snapped apart, incinerated from within by a violent pulse of red-black flame.

Erend's body surged with the fire as he rose, his Dragon aura igniting in full force now. Fire and lightning already racing along his limbs. He didn't hesitate to use all his power.

His eyes blazing with fury and it locked onto Orzhal-Kur.

She turned too late at him who is coming at her.

"You shouldn't have looked away," Erend said. his voice sounded dangerous.

He moved in a flash, dashing toward her with a streak of lightning under his feet.

Eccar saw the moment and dove aside, letting Erend pass. Their movements flowed in rhythm now, the Dragonborn brothers in combat.

Erend swung his blazing fist that looks like a coiled inferno. It hit her and cracked against Orzhal-Kur's defense.

She screamed and staggered back, vines whipping wildly in panic.

Now it was two against one.

The fire around them grew hotter. The air trembled with Magical power from each sides.

After a few more violent exchanges the three of them were finally driven back by the force of their own powers.

The impact threw them into the edges of a vast crater, blasted into the heart of the forest by their battle.

Trees lay broken in rings around them, smoke rising from scorched roots and shattered earth. freёnovelkiss.com

Eccar slid to a stop on one side of the crater, breathing hard, his chest heaving beneath his cracked scales.

Erend stood opposite him, lightning and fire still flickering across his arms, his eyes fixed on their opponent.

Between them, Orzhal-Kur straightened slowly, flames curling in her palms, her cloak of vines smoldering and torn.

They stared at one another in silence for a moment. The forest groaning around them as if the world itself had been wounded by their clash.

Then Orzhal-Kur spoke with voice that dripping with disdain.

"Do you even know what you are?" she said, wiping a streak of shimmering blood from her lip. "Dragonborns, you're just parasites! Your kind slither out of the cracks between worlds, wearing stolen power like crowns. And then you bring chaos wherever you go! You consume the balance that had already been established."

Erend's brow furrowed. He glanced briefly at Eccar, then back at her.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "I didn't choose this power. It came to me. And him—" he nodded toward Eccar "—it just happened to him one day."

Eccar spat into the dirt, fists clenched. "And I use this power it to protect people. If you've got something to say, then say it straight."

Orzhal-Kur let out a soft, bitter laugh.

"That's the tragedy. You don't even know. You have no idea what gave you that power and no idea what it costs. No idea what came before you. And yet, you wield that flame and earth like it's your birthright!"

A chill passed through Erend despite the heat radiating from his own flames. It looks like no lie in her voice and taunt. Just truth.

Erend narrowed his eyes.

"Then tell us. Tell me what you know. I've only heard fragments of the information so far," Erend said.

"You can't possibly believe what she said, Erend," Eccar said.

Erend give him a look then Eccar pressed his mouth.

Orzhal-Kur looked at him, and for a flicker of a moment, the contempt in her gaze faded into something else. Pity, maybe. Or sadness, but then her anger came back.

"You think you're being a hero?" she whispered. Her flames rose again. She shake her head. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Erend's fists tightened. His heart pounded from the words hanging in the air like smoke.

There was something they hadn't been told. Something buried in the history of what they were.

He glanced sideways at Eccar, who looked just as confused.

For the first time, Erend wasn't thinking about winning the fight. He was thinking about what they didn't know.

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