I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 926: Telling Her

Eccar looked at Sylmira, studying her closely now. The pleasant expression she had worn earlier was gone and replaced by calm focus, her true nature as an Archmage surfacing.

She wasn’t here to play host anymore. She wanted answers.

"Well, that’s fair enough," Eccar thought. He let out a soft chuckle and leaned back slightly in his seat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sylmira’s brow furrowed at his reaction. Her lips parted slightly, caught between confusion and curiosity.

Then something in her gaze shifted to understanding, maybe. She realized that whatever happened in that forest wasn’t something Eccar would talk about freely.

"My apologies," she said gently. "I should’ve asked first whether you’re comfortable sharing it... or if you even want to."

Eccar waved it off. "Nah, I don’t mind. It’s just..." He tilted his head, still smiling. "I find it amusing. You asked me the moment I walked in, even after we told the king and his guards what happened. You don’t believe any of it, do you? Not unless you hear it from me."

Sylmira offered a calm, slightly sheepish smile. "You’re right. I don’t. I prefer to confirm things with my own senses."

He nodded slowly. "Makes sense. I’ll tell you some of it then, but not everything. There are things the world doesn’t need to know. Knowledge that, if it spreads, could cause more harm than good."

At that, Sylmira’s expression flickered. For a moment, she didn’t respond. She wasn’t used to being denied—especially not like this. Kings, generals, high-born nobles, they all gave her answers when she wanted them.

Even King Roderic deferred to her when matters of Magic arose.

But now, she was sitting across from someone different. Eccar looked human, but he was not. She could feel it in the weight behind his words and his presence alone. The unspoken authority and power in them. She knew that if he didn’t want to speak, no power of hers could make him.

"Very well," she said at last, her voice smooth. "Then I’ll listen to what you are willing to say." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Eccar grinned. "I can tell you don’t like that very much."

Sylmira exhaled with a quiet laugh. "Not particularly."

"Sorry, but this problem..." he leaned forward, meeting her eyes with quiet intensity, "...is beyond your reach. No offense. You’re clearly a brilliant Mage. But would you really want to involve yourself with a power that can manipulate Dragonborn from unknown places and twist them however it likes?"

Sylmira’s breath came into a gasp.

Her eyes widened. Shock rippled across her usually calm face.

She opened her mouth, closed it again. A few seconds passed in silence before she finally managed to speak.

"Right... I don’t want to know that."

Eccar nodded, satisfied. "Great. Then let’s begin."

Eccar leaned back a little, one arm draped lazily across the side of the chair. His voice was steady, even relaxed when he explaining, but Sylmira could feel the weight behind every word.

It wasn’t just a story. This was a condensed truth of something far beyond the kingdom’s or even the world’s borders.

"We fought a lot of things in that forest," Eccar began. "At first it was those pale grey twisted creatures. All different shapes, some with too many limbs, some with none. They were fast, brutal, some also silent and can fly. They didn’t belong to this world or act like beasts or men. Just... rage. Like walking hunger."

Sylmira said nothing, but her eyes sharpened, tracking every detail.

"They came from a rift," Eccar continued. "A tear in space by some unknown Magic. I don’t even know how to describe it in your terms. But it was breaking open and we were barely holding it back."

His tone darkened slightly. "Then we fought the golems. Fifty of them that stand guard around the temple. Massive stone constructs wrapped in the forest’s corruption. Controlled by the gods or cultists inside it, I’m not sure but we managed to destroy them eventually."

Sylmira’s fingers twitched at the edge of the table. "And you fought them all?"

"We didn’t have a choice." He shrugged. "I had a partner with me. We split the work. But don’t ask me about him."

She blinked, startled by the sudden edge in his voice. "I wasn’t going to."

"You were," he said, smirking. "But I appreciate that you stopped."

Sylmira gave a small smile, lips pressed but not arguing. She folded her hands and nodded for him to go on.

"While we held off the worst of it, the adventurers were the ones stabilizing the rift inside the temple. Keeping it from collapsing or bursting wide. They don’t even realize how hard that is. It’s like holding a cracked dam with your bare hands while a flood presses against it."

Sylmira’s brow lifted slightly at the metaphor, but she still remained silent.

"Meanwhile, me and my partner were fighting the three cult leaders. They weren’t just some robed fanatics. They were prepared. Enhanced by that god’s Magic or even burned with it."

Sylmira leaned forward slightly, intrigued now, but still listening more than probing.

"We took care of them. By the time we got to the temple where the adventurers were holding the line, they were nearly done in. Most of them could barely stand. But they held." His voice warmed slightly there, almost proud. "They did better than I expected. A little bit longer exposed to that kind of Magic, I think their mind will be gone."

"And then?" Sylmira prompted quietly.

"Then we went in," Eccar said simply. "Me and my partner. Through the rift. Into that god’s domain."

His gaze drifted for a second, just enough to make Sylmira realize the memory wasn’t pleasant.

"That’s where the real battle happened," he said. "Where its true body waited. A creature of madness, rage, and old Magic. They were the kind of Magic that seeps into your bones just by being near it. The kind that tries to speak inside your mind and make you tear yourself apart. But fortunately, I and my partner are Dragonborns so we can handle all that easily. Haha."

He paused, then looked directly at her.

"I won’t describe it too much. Not because I can’t. But because you’re better off not imagining it."

Sylmira’s throat bobbed with a swallow. Still, she nodded once. Slowly.

"And yet... you won," she murmured.

"We did," Eccar said. "Just barely. And not in the way most people think battles are won."

Sylmira sat back in silence, letting the words linger between them.

Eccar exhaled and leaned back again. "That’s as much as I’ll tell. I think it’s enough."

"Yes," she said softly. "Yes... it is."

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