I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1310: Interesting Thoughts

Aesa turned without another word. Her gaze left the fragment as if she had already taken everything she needed from it.

The chamber remained silent behind her. The Sky Anchor sealed once more in its artificial stillness, but the weight of what she had just experienced did not fade with it.

She walked toward the exit with steady steps. Her expression set and solemn, the faint mist around her trailing behind like a quiet echo of her presence.

The heavy door remained open, and she passed through it without hesitation.

"I have to report this immediately to Erend and Eccar," she thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as her mind moved quickly. "This is really the missing Creation… but it seems like it asked to be destroyed?"

That detail lingered more than anything else.

It wasn't fear. It wasn't confusion. The fragment had spoken with a kind of clear certainty and acceptance. That alone made it dangerous in a way she didn't fully understand yet.

"Interesting…"

Her thoughts deepened as she walked through the corridor, the cold around her stabilizing but never disappearing.

"Maybe the reason it was missing in the first place… was because it didn't want to be involved with its creator—the Void Architect."

The idea settled heavier the more she considered it.

If the Creation had truly separated itself and split itself into fragments… then that act alone bordered on self-destruction.

"Isn't that the same as choosing to destroy itself?" she thought.

If that was true, then the implication was clear.

"This Creation chose destruction… rather than returning to its creator. "That's not something we can ignore."

Aesa's gaze hardened slightly.

If the Void Architect regained control over something like that—something that clearly resisted him—then whatever came after would not be simple.

"We might have to stop that from happening."

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Arven hurried forward, catching up with visible urgency. His breathing was still slightly uneven from everything that had happened but his curiosity clearly overpowered any lingering caution.

"What just happened in there?" he asked quickly, his voice tense. "That reaction… the fragment has never done anything like that before."

Aesa glanced at him briefly but didn't slow her pace.

She didn't answer.

Arven frowned, then pressed again, more insistently this time. "You have to tell me something. I need to explain this. If I report this without understanding it, I'll be held responsible."

Aesa let out a quiet sigh, clearly annoyed.

"It reacted because it didn't want me to get close," she said flatly.

Arven blinked. "Didn't… want you to get close?"

"That's all."

But that only made things worse for him.

"Why?" he asked immediately. "What is this Sky Anchor exactly? Why would it react to you now after staying idle for so long? And what kind of energy was that—"

"Aren't you asking too many questions?" Aesa cut in, her voice colder now.

Arven stiffened slightly but didn't stop. "I need to know what we're dealing with—"

"It's not what you think it is," Aesa said, finally turning her head slightly toward him. "You treat it like some kind of godly artifact that you worship, but it will become a threat instead."

That made Arven pause. But only for a moment.

"Then what is it?" he pressed again, frustration rising. "If it's that dangerous, I need to—"

"I can't tell you," Aesa said. Her tone sharpened just enough to cut through him. "And you should stop asking."

Arven opened his mouth again.

Aesa's gaze shifted fully onto him.

"If you keep pushing," she said calmly, "I'll freeze you where you stand to death."

There was no emotion and no exaggeration in her voice.

Just a statement.

Arven felt immediately that same cold from before seemed to press into his spine again, even without her releasing any additional power.

He closed his mouth.

"…Understood," he muttered, swallowing his frustration.

They walked a few more steps in silence.

Then Aesa stopped.

"This is where I leave," she said.

Before Arven could respond, the air in front of her distorted. A circular fracture formed in space with its edges shimmering with a faint bluish glow as her Magic carved open a portal with precise control.

The space beyond it twisted faintly, revealing nothing stable from this side.

Aesa didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and disappeared into it.

The portal collapsed immediately after, sealing shut without a trace.

Silence returned to the corridor. Arven stood there alone.

His eyes lingered on the spot where she had vanished, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts.

The fragment's reaction, her words, the threat she implied…

He sighed slowly, his shoulders lowering as the tension finally settled into a heavier thought.

"What exactly are we dealing with…?" he muttered quietly.

Uncertainty and anxiety lingered in his mind more than his curiosity now.

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Night had already fallen by the time the air began to shift.

Deep within a dense forest, Erend stood alone among towering trees that blocked out most of the sky. Only fragments of moonlight slipped through the thick canopy, scattering pale light across the uneven ground.

Erend remained still, his gaze fixed toward the distance where the land dipped slightly before opening into a wide clearing.

That was where the island called the Drowned Crown would appear.

He had been waiting for hours and yet… nothing.

Erend sighed slowly. His arms crossed as his fingers tapped lightly against his sleeve.

Something felt off. He had a bad feeling.

Beyond the clearing, stationed in precise intervals, figures stood guard. Dozens of them. Maybe more hidden beyond his sight. They wore uniform dark clothing, reinforced like light armor, and each of them had their face completely covered by masks.

But they weren't cultists in the usual sense.

Erend had seen cults before. These were different.

Their stances were disciplined. Their positioning was deliberate. Their movements were minimal but controlled. Every one of them held their weapon like trained soldiers or seasoned swordsmen, not fanatics.

They were trained men. Whoever stood behind this wasn't relying on blind faith. They had structure. These were clearly made by the kingdom to guard the site.

At that moment, there was a turmoil in the sea water.

"There it is!" Erend thought with excitement.

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