I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Eccar was still locked in battle with Thar'Zul-Vekar, his claws clashing against endless coils of writhing vines. But now something had changed from his previous fights.

He began to feel what Erend must have felt earlier. The vines were no longer just scratching at his thick Dragon scales. They were piercing them. One lashed across his side, slicing into the tough hide and drawing a thin line of glowing blood. This was the worse wound he got until now.

He grunted, surprised. Until now, he'd barely registered the vines as more than a nuisance. But this was different now.

The god was strong. Really strong. Strong enough to match them in their full Dragon forms.

This might be the strongest being they had ever faced.

And yet… Eccar didn't feel fear.

Instead, a flicker of something else pulsed in his chest, excitement. That thrill he only ever felt when facing an opponent who could truly challenge him.

He wasn't blind to the danger. He knew this fight could end badly. But that only made the feeling stronger.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught movement.

Erend was flying back toward them. But something about him felt off. He wasn't charging aggressively like usual. His movements were slower and hesitant. That fire in his body still burned but it didn't roar the way it used to.

Eccar narrowed his eyes.

"What happened to him? What did he see that made him falter like that?" he wondered.

Then a voice entered his mind, low and edged with uncertainty.

"Eccar, we must attack together and pressure that god. I hate to admit it, but we can't win in a one-on-one fight with that thing," Erend said.

Eccar was surprised but he didn't argue.

"That's a good idea," he replied, still dodging another whip of vines. "But… are you sure you can fight again?"

"I can fight, Eccar. It's just… when I face that god head-on, I see visions. Something that makes it hard to focus. Like a memory, but not mine. It messes with me."

Eccar growled under his breath and pulled up sharply, avoiding another strike. He looped through the sky to gain distance from the god.

"Let's begin now. This god is really annoying and I want to defeat them already."

Erend was the first to move.

A stream of blazing firebolts shot from his mouth. They shaped like a burning javelin that streaking through the sky with searing heat.

They flew toward Thar'Zul-Vekar like a barrage of meteor fire.

The god snarled and raised a forest of vines to shield themselves, weaving thick walls of enchanted wood and dark green energy.

The bolts hit them then bursting into flames but for every vine that burned, two more coiled into its place. None of the firebolts made it through.

But that was Erend's plan from beginning.

In that moment of distraction, Eccar shot forward and became a blur of black, brown, and golden light that cutting across the sky.

He struck the god with powerful force. And he swinging his claws in a flurry of brutal slashes. Earth Magic crackled around his limbs and each hit carrying shockwaves of terrifying power.

Thar'Zul-Vekar reeled back under the pressure, vines flailing as they tried to hold the Earth Dragon at bay.

Erend didn't wait. He surged in from above, flying low and fast then unleashing a river of molten flame that crashed down toward the god.

Now both Dragonborns attacked at once.

Thar'Zul-Vekar snarled, their glowing green eyes filled with mounting rage. Then they clenched their fists.

"GRAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

With a deafening roar, a massive explosion of black and green energy burst outward from their body, ripping through the sky like a wave.

The shockwave struck both Dragons with brutal force and sending them spiraling backward through the storm.

Erend and Eccar gritted their massive Dragon teeth as they stabilized midair, wings spreading wide to hold their positions against the recoil of Thar'Zul-Vekar's blast.

Steam hissed from their nostrils, curling into the chaos-filled sky.

Ahead, the god still burned in swirls of black and green Magic, power pulsing visibly from their body in waves that bent the air.

They hovered but didn't move to them. Despite their rage Thar'Zul-Vekar seemed to hesitate.

Erend narrowed his eyes. He wasn't about to give the god any chance to recover.

"Shoot your attack!" Erend commanded through their link.

Without delay, the two Dragonborns unleashed their fury.

From Erend's maw came another barrage of fire that looks more intense than before. Thick molten bolts in the shape of burning javelins screamed through the air in trails of white-hot heat.

At the same time, Eccar hurled sharpened chunks of stone and hardened earth from his wings and claws, the barrage forming a brutal storm of elemental destruction.

The god's eyes widened.

Thar'Zul-Vekar snarled and threw up a massive wall of vines, bark, and corrupted Magic to block the incoming storm. They screamed in fury again, their voice cracking the air.

But it wasn't enough.

The fire smashed through the first lines of defense then burning some of the vines they use to black to ash. The earth slammed into the barriers, shattering and driving deep into the twisting wood and enchanted bark.

Even though still a lot of the god's defense held, the sheer force of the barrage cracked it in places and several strikes hit them.

Explosions rippled across the air where Magic and elemental force collided. The god was engulfed in flames and shattered stone erupting all around them.

And then, amid that chaos they saw sparks.

Tiny arcs of electricity flickered behind the explosions. Small at first, then growing brighter.

Thar'Zul-Vekar's gaze snapped toward them. It was lightning.

Among the fire and earth, another force had awakened. The god's lips curled in confusion and dread.

"This is not the same power as before!"

More sparks danced across the smoke, spiraling together and threading through the ash and flame.

Then, with a sudden snap of the air a crackling bolt of blue-white lightning surged between the earth and flame and splitting the sky with a violent flash.

Thar'Zul-Vekar took a staggering step back, shielding their form with new vines but it was too late.

The lightning crashed into their chest with a deafening sound and sending a ripple of force that tore through the remaining barriers and flung debris in all directions.

A pained roar burst from the god's throat.

For the first time they had been truly staggered. They were not just surprised that the attack hit them, but confuse about who were the attacker.

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