I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 627 Arrival

Erend immediately stood up, his pulse quickening the moment Eccar's telepathic message reached him.

"They're starting the ritual to open the path to the Dragonborn's lair,"

Eccar's voice echoed in his mind.

Erend's jaw tightened.

"Do I need to act now? Should I come to you?"

"No,"

Eccar replied firmly.

"Not yet. We need to see what they actually doing. This is a chance to learn the truth about the Dragonborn's lair — something we've both also looking for answers. Let them take the lead for now."

Erend frowned, unease churning within him.

"Are you sure? What if it's too dangerous?"

"They won't kill me,"

Eccar assured, his tone edged with grim certainty.

"They need me alive to complete the ritual. You don't need to worry about me. Focus on your preparations. If I need you, I'll call."

Erend exhaled deeply, torn between his instinct to act and the wisdom of waiting. He clenched his fists and force himself to accept the logic in Eccar's words.

"Fine,"

he said at last

. "But the moment you need help, I'm coming. Don't hesitate to call me."

Saeldir inclined his head. "It will be done."

"Commander Varok," Erend continued, "ensure the squads are ready to mobilize at a moment's notice. I want drills ramped up and supplies stocked."

"Understood," Varok replied.

"And the rest of you," Erend said, addressing the gathered leaders. "Spread the word. This isn't just about your survival anymore. Stay vigilant and stay ready."

The leaders nodded, determination glinting in their eyes.

As the meeting adjourned and the room emptied, Erend lingered by the war table. His thoughts swirling like the storm of uncertainty ahead.

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The sky hummed with the sound of engines as five sleek aircraft descended, their dark frames gleaming under the dim light that pierced through the stormy clouds. They landed in perfect unison, their engines whirring down as the air stilled around them.

Each aircraft bore an imposing insignia. A jagged abstract symbol that pulsed faintly with a silvery glow. Experience more content on empire

From the lead aircraft, the hatch opened with a hiss, and a figure emerged. Clad in a long flowing coat of jet-black fabric, the individual exuded an undeniable authority. His face were sharp and precise with cold eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone they looked at. A faint silver sheen shimmered across the coat's surface, the fabric almost seeming alive as it rippled in the wind.

The second figure stepped out from the next aircraft. This one was taller and leaner, with a coat of deep crimson that stood out starkly against the muted tones of the metallic landscape. His face was shadowed under the hood drawn up over his head, but a sharp smile curved on his lips. The edges of their coat were lined with faint, flickering embers.

From the third aircraft came a figure draped in a coat of emerald green, its material textured like overlapping leaves yet metallic in sheen. This one moved gracefully, almost as though she were gliding across the ground. Her face bore an expression of serene detachment but her piercing green eyes darted around with an analytical precision.

The fourth figure exited the next aircraft, their long navy-blue coat adorned with patterns that resembled cascading waves. His movements were fluid and his steps making no sound as if he were treading on water. Their face was calm but unreadable. The coat shimmered faintly, reflecting light like the surface of a deep ocean.

Finally, the fifth figure stepped forward, her coat a gleaming silver that seemed to shimmer like moonlight. Her face was smooth and flawless, her sharp, pale features giving her an almost otherworldly beauty that seemed as cold and distant as the surface of a polished mirror.

The five figures converged in front of the massive metal building, their long coats rippling in unison as the wind picked up. They wearing no armor and no weapons yet their mere presence was suffocating, as though an immense power rested just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.

These were the ones who had appeared as holograms before Krevak. The metal doors of the building groaned open to receive them.

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