I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1316: A Conclusion

The silence between them didn’t last long. Erend was the first to move.

His gaze shifted between the two of them, studying their expressions, the tension in their posture, and the way their Magic lingered unsettled around them.

He didn’t need to ask if something was wrong anymore. He could already see it.

"You both saw it too, didn’t you," he said.

Aesa crossed her arms slowly, her brows slightly furrowed.

"If by ’it’ you mean those... things inside the fragment," she replied, her voice cold but edged with discomfort, "then yes."

Eccar sighed, low and controlled.

"It is an incomplete being," he added. "It is unstable and not fully formed. Like something that failed to exist properly. That’s what I saw when I entered its mind."

Erend nodded faintly. "Yeah... I saw the same."

A brief silence passed again.

"It talked to me," Erend continued. "Not like talking properly with words, but it sent its feelings. But that was enough."

That made both of them look at him more sharply.

"It spoke to you as well?" Aesa asked.

"Yeah. Fragments of words," Erend replied. And judging by her reaction, it also spoke to her. "Feelings. Incomplete, just like its body."

Eccar’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was the only one who didn’t communicate with it directly but just got the feelings. "What did it say?"

Erend pondered for a few seconds, then answered."It said death is better for it."

That landed heavily.

Aesa’s expression tightened. "So it wasn’t just mine."

Eccar looked down slightly, his jaw setting. "Same conclusion, then."

Erend’s eyes flickered. "You too?"

Aesa gave a short nod. "The one I checked didn’t form words as clearly either, but the intent was the same." She uncrossed her arms slightly, her fingers tightening. "I felt rejection, resistance, and something else... something like desperation."

Eccar spoke next, quieter. "Mine tried to pull away the moment I reached it. Not in fear... but like it didn’t want to be taken."

The three of them fell silent again.

The conclusion was already forming between them without needing to be said.

Erend let out a slow breath. He said, "So we’re all seeing the same thing."

Aesa tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharpening.

"Which means this isn’t a coincidence. This is its actual state," Aesa said.

Eccar nodded sharply. "And its intent."

Erend’s expression hardened. "It doesn’t want to go back to its master."

Aesa let out a quiet scoff, though there was no humor in it. "Not just ’doesn’t want.’ It’s rejecting it completely."

Eccar added, "It would rather cease to exist."

That was the truth of it.

The alley felt colder.

Erend ran a hand briefly through his hair before lowering it again. "So I think, bring it back to the Void Architect..."

"...would be wrong," Aesa finished immediately.

Eccar didn’t hesitate either. "Or worse."

Erend looked at both of them. "You’re thinking the same thing I am, right?"

Aesa’s eyes narrowed. "That it separated itself on purpose."

"...to prevent something," Eccar continued.

Erend nodded slowly. "Yeah."

Aesa’s gaze darkened slightly. "And if it’s going that far... then whatever it’s trying to prevent the Void Architect will do isn’t a small thing."

Eccar folded his arms. "If the Creation is completed, something gonna happen."

"And I think it was not something good if it came from being called the Void Architect," Erend added.

The three of them stood there, the weight of that realization pressing down on them.

Aesa spoke again with a more quiet tone this time. "Then the Void Architect wanting it back is not a good thing. What should we do, then?"

Erend’s eyes hardened fully now. "That’s the conclusion. I haven’t thought of the solution yet."

A faint tension built in the air again.

"We’re not bringing it back," Erend said.

Aesa didn’t hesitate. "I agree."

Eccar gave a firm nod. "Hm, yeah."

Their direction aligned clearly now. But even then, something lingered beneath it.

Because if they weren’t going to return the Creation then they had just chosen to go against the Void Architect.

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Far from where Erend, Aesa, and Eccar stood in quiet tension, another presence arrived.

It came without sound.

Behind a cluster of old houses on the outer edge of Leonora City, space bent slightly just for a brief moment.

Then a small figure dropped lightly onto the ground. His landing was controlled and precise as if gravity barely affected him.

No one saw him.

The area was drowned in shadow, tucked away behind a darkened building where no lantern reached and no passerby would bother to look. The walls were worn, the ground was uneven, and the silence there felt undisturbed.

The figure straightened slowly.

At first glance, he looked like nothing more than a child around twelve years old with a small frame and unassuming presence. A cloak covered his body. The fabric was dark enough to blend seamlessly into the shadows around him.

But his eyes... they didn’t belong to a child.

Even beneath the lowered hood, there was something deeper in them. Something ancient, calm and observing. As if he had seen far more than someone his age ever should.

He lifted a hand and pushed the hood back.

His face came into clearer view. It was a youthful and smooth face, yet his gaze moved with clear purpose as it swept across the surroundings.

He studied the city in silence, not just with curiosity but with the clear purpose of finding someone.

The faint sounds of Leonora city drifted in the distance, but none of it reached him. His attention remained focused, sharp, and directed.

Then he stepped forward.

He moved out from the shadow of the house and into a slightly clearer space, but still dimly lit. His posture remained relaxed but every step he took was deliberate.

For a second, something happened. His eyes flickered. The pupils shifted vertically into narrow slits that glow with a sharp green hue. The transformation lasted only a moment, but the presence it carried was unmistakable. He was not human.

Then it vanished. His eyes returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

He stopped walking.

His gaze fixed toward a specific direction deeper within the city. Toward a place where the alleys grew tighter, darker, and far less traveled.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.

"That way," the child said quietly.

Then he walked there.

His small figure moved forward, slipping naturally into the deeper shadows of Leonora City to head toward the darker alleys.

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