I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Sylmira stepped back and watched Arty, still standing at the center of the storm-ravaged training arena.

Her expression grew thoughtful as she folded her arms again. This time more contemplative than evaluative than before.

It wasn't just the raw power of Magic. The scale of Arty's Magic wasn't normal. Not even for a skilled prodigy able to create something that has so much destructive intent.

It wasn't wild simply because of lack of training. It had an emotional charge, a force behind it that was rooted in instinct to attack, defend, and destroy things.

It was her very intent that fuel that Magic.

Sylmira frowned slightly. That might explain it.

"Good thing I arrived when I did when that noble girl confronted her. If I was there even a moment late… not just that girl, but everyone nearby might've suffered the full force of Arty's rage." Sylmira thought grimly.

"Arty," she called, voice calm. "Tell me, when you use Magic… what do you feel?"

Arty blinked. "Feel? Uh… I don't know. I just… want it to hit. Or burn. Or stop something bad from happening. I guess I imagine it hitting hard."

"Exactly," Sylmira murmured. "That's the problem."

"Huh?"

Sylmira walked closer, her tone instructive now.

"Magic isn't just a tool you cast. It's a living extension of your thoughts. If your intent is destruction, then your Magic will explode. Especially with power like yours. It reacts to your state of mind. You've probably been stuck in fight-or-survive mode for so long, your Magic has adapted to always act aggressively."

Arty's eyes widened slowly. "You mean… it's not just what I do, but how I feel when I do it?"

"Exactly," Sylmira nodded. "And considering everything you and Erend maybe have faced in the past, I'd say that the instinct to destroy was carved into you. You survived and you won. But the Magic never unlearned the urgency."

She paused, looking at Arty with a more empathetic gaze.

"You're not even an Elf or Dragonborn like your brother. You're a human with a mix of both powers. Taught by Saeldir and infused with the Dragonborn Magic. It's no surprise your control is off. Your foundation is wild."

Arty scratched her head. "Wow… so I'm like a Magic soup."

Sylmira chuckled. "A volatile soup, yes. But we'll fix that. That's why I'm here."

She turned and raised her hand. A glowing formation of runes formed in the air between them.

"This is a harmonization matrix that I created myself. We'll start here. It's used to be an Elven technique designed to sync Magic flow with one's breathing and thoughts. Think of it like tuning a string instrument. If one string's too tight, it'll snap. When it's too loose, it won't sing."

Arty nodded seriously. "Okay… so what do I do?"

"First," Sylmira said, drawing a glowing circle on the ground. "Sit inside this. Close your eyes. Focus only on your heartbeat and nothing else."

Arty obeyed, crossing her legs inside the glowing circle.

"Now, breathe and match the rhythm I give you. In… one, two, three. Out… one, two, three."

Arty followed, slowly calming.

Sylmira began weaving faint strands of Magic between her fingers, sending gentle pulses into the circle. "Let the Magic follow your breath. No intent. Don't command it but invite it in."

To Arty's surprise, a small flame flickered above her hand. It hovered gently, no explosion and no destructive heat.

Her eyes widened. "I didn't even try to do that."

"Exactly," Sylmira said softly, smiling. "Magic isn't always about force. Sometimes, it's about listening to it."

For the first time, Arty felt her Magic respond like a whisper instead of a scream.

Sylmira gave Arty a final nod. "Keep meditating like that. I'll set up a barrier around the arena so nothing gets damaged, even if your power breaks out again. Just stay focused. I'll handle the rest."

Arty gave a grateful smile and closed her eyes again. "Okay… I'll keep going."

With a soft smile, Sylmira turned and stepped away. She raised her hands toward the edge of the arena, channeling her Magic through a sequence of precise gestures.

Pale blue sigils bloomed into the air, forming a crystalline dome that shimmered faintly over the entire projection arena.

The hum of stabilized energy settled into the ground, anchoring the barrier firmly in place.

Assured of Arty's safety, Sylmira made her way toward the courtyard. She needed a few more materials like minor catalysts and herbs to support mental balance and Magic flow.

She hadn't walked far from the Projection Arena when a voice stopped her.

"What was that noise earlier?" came the voice of a round-faced man with a clean-shaven look and heavy robes, his fingers adorned with rings. His tone was sharp, tinged with authority.

Sylmira turned her gaze toward him with visible displeasure. "Training. My student."

The man frowned. "You're not allowed to use the academy's facilities to train private students."

"I built those arenas," Sylmira said without pause.

"With our funding," the man replied, puffing slightly with indignation.

Sylmira gave a tired sigh. "Without me, you wouldn't have finished a single arena, no matter how much funding you had."

He went quiet for a moment, but his expression hardened. "You still can't act on your own. The Academy Council won't let this slide. I'll push to expel that student of yours if you keep going."

Sylmira's eyes narrowed, her voice calm. "Don't get in my way. You'll only cause trouble for yourself."

The man smirked. "King Roderic gave me authority to oversee this academy. You have no right to bring outsiders in here. This isn't your personal tower!"

Sylmira didn't even flinch. She looked up at the sky for a moment, then sighed again. "Give me one week. That's all I need."

He said nothing, lips pressed tight. Whether it was hesitation or frustration, Sylmira didn't care.

She turned and walked away without another word.

The man looked at the arena and could see through the shimmering barrier, a girl sitting in the middle of the arena with crossed legs and closed eyes. He scoffed and a sinister gleam appeared in his eyes.

"You think you can keep doing whatever you like, huh," the man said.

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