I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 662 Call To Sanity

Kale floated amidst the chaos of his battle with Erend a moment ago. Black mist coiling around him like a dying shroud. His once defiant expression now faltered under the weight of grim acceptance.

The power they have that they once believed was unmatched had proven futile against the two Dragonborn. Erend and Eccar loomed before him in their monstrous Dragon forms, towering and majestic, their auras radiating devastating power.

Their massive wings blotted out the skies, their scales shimmering with an ominous crimson and molten black glow.

Kale's breaths came in ragged gasps, each one carrying the weight of despair. He clenched his fists, dark energy pulsing erratically around him.

"This is it. If I can't defeat them, I'll take them with me. No one will claim victory today!" he thought while gritting his teeth.

Far below, the battlefield lay in ruin, scorched earth and rivers of lava painting a vivid tableau of destruction. Ash and smoke filled the air and thickening the oppressive atmosphere.

Yet amidst it all, Erend and Eccar only grew stronger, their roars echoing across the desolate landscape. Their shared rage was unspoken but they understood each other. It bound them together in perfect harmony.

The two Dragonborn turned to each other briefly, their glowing eyes locking. There was no need for words, only the primal bond of their shared fury and purpose. They moved as one, their colossal forms a blur of power as they charged toward Kale.

The skies exploded with energy as the battle reignited once more.

Erend's crimson lightning clashed with Kale's black mist, illuminating the battlefield in searing flashes of light and shadow. Eccar's molten claws tore through the air, leaving trails of destruction that forced Kale to dart and weave in desperation. Each movement of the Dragonborn was relentless and brutal but their strikes perfectly synchronized.

Kale retaliated with every ounce of strength he had left. He summoned spears of darkness, hurling them at his opponents, but they barely slowed the Dragonborn down.

Erend deflected them with a swipe of his arm, the crimson lightning wreathing his body obliterating the projectiles in mid-air. Eccar countered with a devastating swipe of his molten claws, forcing Kale to retreat further into the black mist that encased him.

The moments stretched on. Kale's energy waned with every attack while Erend and Eccar only seemed to grow stronger, their combined might an unstoppable force. Kale's body faltered, his black mist thinning and exposing him further to the Dragonborn's relentless attack.

Kale's thoughts raced, a whirlwind of regret and anger.

"I sacrificed everything! my allies, my own soul! to avenge the gods, and yet... I failed."

His dark eyes flickered with despair as he realized the truth. The power of the Dragonborn was insurmountable. They are just literal force of nature and cosmic that no mortal or god could challenge.

Eccar lunged, his molten jaws snapping shut inches from Kale, forcing him to veer wildly. Erend followed immediately, a devastating beam of crimson lightning erupting from his maw, grazing Kale's side and searing through his armor.

Kale cried out, his black mist faltering further, leaving him exposed.

The final clash was inevitable. Kale gathered the remnants of his power, his hands trembling as he condensed the black mist into a dense orb of annihilation. His last, desperate attack.

Eccar remained on the ground, commanding the rivers of lava to flow outward and engulfing what little remained of the surrounding world. He raised his molten claws high and the ground itself seemed to obey his will, reshaping into towerin molten spires that erupted violently before collapsing in fiery cascades.

Their destruction was absolute. What once stood as a battlefield of a certain purpose was now a wasteland of fire, ash, and molten ruin. Yet amidst the carnage, there was no triumph in their actions and no purpose driving their power. They were consumed, utterly lost to the corruption of their strength, leaving only devastation in their wake.

But even amidst this primal frenzy, far in the distance, a faint light shimmered—dim but steady, like a beacon against the encroaching darkness.

The faint light grew brighter, its radiance piercing through the smoke and ash that blanketed the battlefield. It surged toward them, its glow undeterred by the rampant destruction around it.

Erend and Eccar paused mid-rampage, their instincts overridden by a primal reaction to the commanding presence that now approached.

"YOU FOOL!"

The voice boomed across the desolate landscape. It was deep and resonant, carrying both authority and an ancient wisdom that demanded attention. Erend and Eccar froze in place and trembling as the words cut through their fury.

From the light emerged Kaelor, the Ashen Tempest Dragon in his full Dragon form. That form was majestic and terrible, his scales a swirling mix of ashen gray and silver, glowing faintly.

His massive wings spanned the sky. His eyes bore into the two corrupted Dragonborn.

Kaelor's arrival seemed to shatter the haze clouding Erend and Eccar's minds. Their heads shook violently. They let out guttural grunts and their wild movements slowing as they looked toward the figure before them.

"I knew you two had already succumbed to this level of corruption," Kaelor continue. "But I didn't realize it had taken you this far."

The light surrounding Kaelor pulsed. It wasn't just light — it was a force of clarity that cutting through the fog of rage and destruction consuming them.

"Now, you must regain your consciousness! Do not let the corruption claim you! Think of what you love, what you want to protect not what you wanted to destroy!" Kaelor's voice thundered again, reverberating in their very souls.

The words struck a chord deep within Erend and Eccar. They quivered as flickers of memory began to surface. Erend's glowing crimson eyes dimmed slightly and images flashed in his mind: Aurdis's gentle smile, his sister Arty's and his mother's laughter, Adrien and Billy's faces, the faces of those who believed in him.

Eccar's molten gaze softened, the echoes of friendship and purpose rising amidst the torrent of power. His bond with Erend, his promise to protect the world, and the pride of standing as a Dragonborn with his brother.

They growled softly, their claws digging into the scorched ground as they wrestled with the corruption that sought to consume them. Their wild and chaotic auras began to waver. The crimson lightning and molten fury that had defined their rampage started to lose their intensity.

"You are more than this rage. You are Dragonborn, defenders of balance. Find yourselves again, or you will be lost forever."

Erend and Eccar let out deep, rumbling breaths, their colossal forms shaking under the strain of their internal battle. They looked at each other, their once-raging eyes now tinged with uncertainty and recognition.

The bond between them began to reassert itself.

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