I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 869: Orange And Green Fire

The tension clung to the air with thick and choking feeling. Though the chaos in the forest raged, the group hiding in the underbrush had not yet been discovered.

But every gust of wind that carried the scent of fire and blood, every distant scream of the dying grey creatures, made their nerves twist tighter.

Jan's hand remained on his bow and the arrow nocked there. His yes darting between the trees. Mark crouched beside him. His fingers tapping the hilt of his sword in rhythm with his quickening heartbeat.

Selene's spell shimmered faintly across the clearing, the air thick with magic that masked their presence from wandering eyes or sniffing grey creatures.

Yara exhaled slowly, sweat trailing down her temple as she focused on the dampening enchantment.

"If they don't come soon," she whispered, "I'm not sure I can keep this up much longer."

"Don't push yourself too hard," Darel said from behind her. "We'll switch again if it gets too much."

Selene didn't say anything. Her jaw was clenched, her palm hovering slightly above the mossy ground as she felt the vibrations echoing up from the deeper parts of the forest. It wasn't just the explosions anymore. She knows that something else had awakened.

And that was when it happened.

A low and deep hum rolled through the soil and into their bones. Not an explosion or specific spell but a strong presence. A feeling that something ancient and unnatural had opened its eyes in a world it had no place in.

Selene's head snapped up. "Something… just crossed through."

"What now?" Jan muttered.

Yara, Annete, and Esther who was more attuned to Magic energy was already looking toward the direction of the temple.

Yara's lips trembled.

"A god," she said. "Or something close. I felt it. Something just came here."

"I felt it too," Esther said, gripping her staff. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Annette also nodded.

"Gods or something close to it?!," Varn hissed under his breath.

Then the trees shook again but this time not from battle. It was as if the forest itself had shivered.

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In the battle zone, Erend and Eccar halted in the middle of what they were doing.

The grey creature Erend had been charging exploded into chunks behind him as his fiery hand cleaved it, but his body was already rigid.

Eccar hovered nearby. With pieces of earth still enveloping his fists.

They both felt it.

A foreign surge of power like a jagged needle stabbing into their senses.

"You feel that?" Erend asked via the silent thread of telepathy.

"Yeah," Eccar responded grimly. "Looks like we have more guests."

"Damn. This never ends," Erend muttered. "Let's end them fast. We'll use our Dragon forms."

"Is that wise? Our appearance might cause… consequences later." Eccar hesitated. He now start to thinking of the consequenceses and the unknown factors that could spiral out of control.

Erend shook his head, knowing Eccar would sense the motion through their link.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, we stop these things. I've got a bad feeling."

"What do you mean?" Eccar asked, more seriously now. If Erend had a bad feeling, it wasn't just paranoia but an intuition and probably somethig that he also should be thinking.

"I don't know. Just—" Erend paused as the ground rumbled again, and the air turned hot and strange. "Something different's coming. More dangerous. But don't think too long about it. Keep killing. Keep moving."

"Alright. Just doing the usual thing," Eccar replied, exhaling.

"Oh, and also," Erend added, "make sure you protect our adventurer friends when the time comes. Things are gonna get messy."

"Right. I'll head to them when we turn. Better keep them safe when the real chaos starts," Eccar agreed.

They surged forward again. Fire erupted from Erend's arms in a wide arc, incinerating a wave of grey creatures.

Eccar summoned a column of jagged earth around him that lanced down from the sky, tearing a rift and three creatures apart.

The two Dragonborns moved in perfect tandem. But in the back of both their minds, the pressure from the distant temple pulsed louder.

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In the trees above, birds fled in screeching flocks. A second pulse of dark Magic wave of energy swept through the forest. Like the world itself was flexing in anticipation.

In the temple, the young woman's scream turned to deep and twisted laughter. Her feet no longer touched the ground. Strange glowing vines erupted from the glyph and wrapped around her limbs like serpents. Her body glowed with green and orange heat.

She had arrived.

The green and orange fire licked up the woman's limbs as if alive, devouring the last remnants of her tattered garments. Her skin shimmered beneath the flames, no longer flesh but half-organic and half-magic.

Vines writhed from her shoulders and back, tangled with barbs and thorns, growing outward as if they were her true veins now. Some twisted protectively across her body and sprouting dark leaves that modestly covered her vital parts.

She floated a few inches above the stone floor. Her eyes opening then twin orbs of green and orange appeared. Her gaze fell on the three cultists with a smile that curled her lips into a dangerous curve.

"Ahhh… you brought me back early," she purred. "How thoughtful. Even before my master wakes. I should thank you."

The three cultists dropped to their knees, pressing foreheads to the floor.

"It is our honor, Herald Orzhal-Kur," the elder said. "We acted out of necessity. An unforeseen threat emerged. Something… is interfering. The perfection of the Master's awakening may be at risk."

The smile faded.

Orzhal-Kur's eyes narrowed. "What kind of threat?"

"There are powers in the forest. Strong Magic. Rift is being closed. The soldiers heralds have been killed."

Her fingers twitched. More vines slithered from her arms and coiled across her torso like armor.

"There are many rifts opening from my world. You mean to tell me they are closing them?" Her voice deepened. "How?"

"We… do not yet understand. But something strong is walking the woods," the elder admitted, voice shaking.

Orzhal-Kur floated forward, vines trailing behind like the cloak. She stopped before them, tilting her head.

"Then I will go there."

Without another word, she turned, drifting upward toward the ceiling of the temple. Her body began to glow brighter, the vines tightening and elongating, forming wing-like appendages.

She reached the stone window far above and burst through it.

The moment she vanished into the forest, the room grew still.

The three cultists lifted their heads slowly. They looked at each other, and one finally exhaled.

"She will destroy them all."

The elder nodded. "Now, the awakening will proceed undisturbed."

Above the canopy of the forest, the sky began to ripple subtly at first, then violently. A jagged crack of green lightning arced across the clouds as Orzhal-Kur soared toward the two Dragonborns she had not yet met.

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