I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 690 The Weird People

The transition through the portal was instant, but the impact was jarring. One momen they were surrounded by the ethereal glow and feeling of Elf Magic and the next, they were plunged into a world unlike anything they had ever seen in their lives before.

Aerchon and Sylra landed first in this world. They tumbling onto a metal platform slick with rain. Around them, the city stretched into the sky.

They saw towers of steel and glass piercing the clouds with their edges glowing with neon lights. Strange glowing symbols flashed across massive light boards on the buildings, displaying unfamiliar languages and moving images.

The air was thick with smoke, the scent of oil and burning metal clashing with the cold humidity of the rain-soaked streets below.

Sylra crouched low and sharpen her instinct as her emerald eyes darted around. "By the gods... what is this place?" she muttered.

Aerchon rose to his feet and adjusting his grip on his sword. He had expected something foreign but this was beyond his imagination.

The sky was not dark with stars but glowing with strange lights that made his eyes hurt and the roads below were filled with massive machines that roared as they sped past.

"This is no world of nature," he said, his voice tight. "It is a world of steel and iron, and lights."

On the other side of the city, Saeldir, Vael, and Arlyn found themselves inside a narrow alleyway. The walls were covered in strange glowing markings, pulsing with an eerie blue light.

Pipes ran along the edges and hissing with steam. The ground beneath them was not earth or stone but something hard and cold, littered with metallic debris.

Saeldir took a slow breath, his fingers tracing a glowing lines on the walls. He realized it, what is on these wall were runes. The Magic in this place was different — faint, distorted by something unnatural.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"This world is drowning in artificial power. I can feel the Magic here but its not pure," he murmured. Continue reading on empire

Vael, still clutching his bow, looked upward. The sky was blocked by towering structures, and flickering signs cast shifting colors over his face. "How do people live here?" he wondered aloud. "Where is the forest? The rivers?"

Arlyn had already unsheathed one of his blades, his sharp gaze scanning for threats. He could hear distant voices, strange sounds unlike anything back home.

They slipped out of the alley and stepping cautiously onto the wide street beyond.

And there, before them, was a sight that made their stomachs churn.

The machines they had glimpsed from the alley were no simple carriages or constructs — they were monstrous things, roaring down the roads on wheels that glowed like molten fire.

Some of them floated above the ground entirely, humming with energy that crackled in the air. The people walking along the streets were even more unsettling.

Many of them were no longer fully human.

Some had mechanical arms with exposed wires and metal plating. Others had glowing metal eyes, their faces partially replaced with metal masks.

One figure walked past them with a completely artificial leg, the joints clicking with every step. Another had a metallic spine running along his back, cables snaking out from beneath his clothes like eerie tendrils.

Vael swallowed hard. "By the gods... What are these people?"

Arlyn's fingers hovered near the hilt of his blade, his expression tense. "They look like they've been altered by some disturbing metal works."

Saeldir who always the scholar, observed the bizarre mix of flesh and metal with narrowed eyes.

"This is not Magic," he murmured. "At least, not as we know it. They've fused their bodies with something else."

A cold unease settled over them.

They had stepped into a world not just of steel and neon, but one where the very nature of life itself had been twisted into something unrecognizable.

The three Elves began to move around this people.

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