I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 624 Their Torture

The golden flames surged and bathing the hall in a blinding light. Then Krevak's body convulsed violently, his head jerking back and his limbs trembled.

Eccar's sharp eyes remained locked on then surrounding. The suffocating energy in the air clawed at his senses and pressing against into his skin making his breath feel a little bit labored. The hatred emanating from the six shadows was so clear and real as a physical blow.

"They don't seem fully formed. Are these their true bodies or just projections? If I had to kill them, it'd be pointless here. Their real bodies must be hidden somewhere else and I must hit their real body to kill them."

His sharp instincts as a Dragonborn told him there was more to this. He clenched his fists subtly, testing the limits of the chains that bound him.

"Erend's also preparing himself, I'm sure of it. I need to give him enough information from here."

The mention of

Dragonborn's lair

replayed in his mind as a new question added to an already tangled web of this events.

"Krevak said they'd use my blood to open the path there. But what is this lair he mean? I don't even know about myself or our kind."

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. For all their power, reverence, and fear they commanded on the other beings, the Dragonborn were a mystery, even to themselves.

But then another thought cut through his thoughts.

"Wait, do they need me death to achieve their goal?"

If this was a trap to kill him, he wouldn't go down without a fight and he maybe need to go all out while hoping that he will not kill them all in the process cause he still need some questions to ask. His mind ticked through possibilities, considering his options within the metallic confines of this strange world.

Suddenly, Krevak's convulsions stopped. His body went rigid as though locked into place by unseen strings. The golden flames flared once more and when Krevak opened his eyes they burned with an unnatural golden light. His voice was layered with an echo that resonated through the hall.

"We meet at last, Dragonborn," Krevak — or rather, the entity now possessing him — said, the golden hue of his eyes casting an eerie glow across the reflective floor.

Eccar's expression didn't falter but his mind braced itself. The god possessing Krevak — the one shrouded in golden radiance — had now taken control and its presence was more suffocating to Eccar now.

"What is it that you want from me?" Eccar asked. "If you're looking for me to just surrender, you won't find it here."

The golden god tilted Krevak's head slightly, as though amused by the defiance.

"Surrender? No, Dragonborn. We have no use for broken tools. Your blood, however... that is another matter. We will unlock the way to your kind's secrets with it and we need it still full of your resistance. The lair of the Dragonborn will be ours and with it, the power to end your meddlesome existence once and for all."

Eccar's jaw tightened. He could feel the chains tightening against his wrists, as though the very room were reacting to his growing tension.

"And what do you think you'll find in this so-called lair?" Eccar pressed, his tone carefully neutral.

Before Eccar could capitalize on the moment, the six shadows moved. They shifted rapidly and their forms suddenly solidifying into shapes that pulsed with energy. Then came the onslaught.

From every direction, attacks rained down on Eccar. Searing tendrils of green energy, fiery projectile, and sharp bursts of silver light sliced through the air.

Eccar twisted and ducked, trying to avoid the brunt of the strikes, but the sheer number and the chains binding him overwhelmed him. A crackling bolt of dark blue energy slammed into his side, sending him sprawling to the floor, and a vine-like tendril coiled around his ankle, dragging him back toward the center of the hall.

Pain exploded across his body as attack after attack hit home. His molten black armor absorbed some of the damage but it wasn't enough.

He gritted his teeth, his fists clenching tightly. His instincts screamed at him to fight back, to unleash the Dragonborn's raw power and tear his enemies apart. But he stopped himself.

If he retaliated with everything he had, he might escalate the situation further and lose the chance to learn what he needed.

"I can't let them see me as a threat. Not yet. I still don't know enough about their plans, this lair, or even myself. If I lash out now,it all will be for nothing,"

Eccar thought.

Eccar exhaled shakily, forcing himself to remain still even as another wave of attacks struck him. His muscles screamed in protest but he didn't strike back. Instead, he focused on enduring.

"You think this will break me?!" he shouted, a faint smirk tugging at his bloodied lips. "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that!"

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After few hours of torture.

The room fell silent, the oppressive energy that had filled the air dissipating like smoke. Eccar's labored breaths echoed against the metallic walls. The ghostly forms had vanished.

Eccar's vision cleared enough to see Krevak who still clutching his head. The golden light that had burned so fiercely in Krevak's eyes was gone, replaced by the dull gaze of a man left in pain. With a groan, Krevak collapsed onto the floor and curling into himself.

"That headbutt must've done more than I thought," Eccar muttered with a smirk.

Krevak let out a low, pained moan, one hand instinctively reaching toward his forehead as though trying to soothe the pain.

Eccar leaned back against the cold wall. Cuts and burns marked his skin where the gods' attacks had struck and his armor bore the scars of the encounter. Yet, as he exhaled a shaky breath, he found himself more surprised than anything.

"That's it?" he said aloud, his voice hoarse. His mind replayed the relentless assault, the suffocating energy, and the divine proclamations. But compared to the horrors he'd faced before, this doesn't feel that bad.

The memory of the corrupted Dragonborn that was the Great Calamity clawing at his soul trying to rip it apart piece by piece, still sent shivers down his spine. Compared to that, the gods here seemed weak.

"Is it because they're not fully formed or are they really just that weak?"

If that's true, then this encounter will not as bad as he thought.

--- Your journey continues at empire