I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Their movements were a blur and each attack met with equal force of their enemy. Their power almost perfectly matched.

Trees cracked and splintered under the pressure of their fight. The forest around them torn apart as they exchanged blows. Neither gaining a clear advantage.

Erend\'s fist slammed into Theron\'s side. The impact sending a ripple through Theron\'s blood cloa but Theron retaliated just as quickly. His clawed hand striking Erend\'s chest raking against his scales with a force that would have shattered ordinary armor. Sparks flew as his Dragon scales met blood-forged claws. But Erend also stood firmand eyes blazing with determination to end him quick.

Theron suddenly leapt back. His feet digging into the scorched earth. His breath coming in ragged gasps now. It is the first time since he appeared again in this world.

His eyes narrowed, filled with loathing, as he realized Erend was not backing down.

"You think you can stop me, Dragonborn?!" Theron spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I carry the Great Calamity\'s will. You will fall, just like the rest."

Erend unphased by the threat. "I\'ve faced worse."

At that moment Erend realized that this harbinger must be receiving the information about him from the Great Calamity. This could be dangerous. Later, if the next harbinger arrived they will know about him from his previous battle.

But he just need to worry about it later.

"HAAAAA!!!"

With a roar, Theron lunged forward again. His speed increasing as he summoned more from the Great Power, but Erend met him head-on once more, their fists crashing together, sending out another devastating shockwave.

Suddenly, Erend moved and stepped back. He knew he couldn\'t reveal too much of his power just yet, Theron will gauging his every move and sending the information to the Great Calamity. His fists relaxed slightly as he pivoted away from Theron\'s next attack, dodging a vicious swipe.

He glanced toward Adrius and Lysander and said. "You guys still able to fight?" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaotic battlefield.

Adrius. wiped the sweat from his brow and shook his head. "I need more time… I\'m drained."

Erend grunted in acknowledgment. "Alright. Don\'t take too long."

In the distance, Lysander had already taken to the skies. He had already sped back toward the kingdom to retrieve more Magic potions. They needed every advantage they could get in this fight.

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Theron\'s eyes gleamed with malice as he watched Erend\'s momentary retreat.

"What now, Dragonborn? Afraid to face me alone? Need your little friends to help you? You\'re not as strong as I thought. Pathetic," Theron said, mockingly.

Erend\'s expression didn\'t waver. He met Theron\'s taunt with a calm, steady gaze. "Whatever you say, asshole."

Without missing a beat, Erend lunged forward again and meeting Theron in another savage exchange of blows. Fists collided with bone-shattering force, their barehanded combat shaking the earth.

Theron was too absorbed in the brutal exchange with Erend to notice the subtle shifts in the battlefield around him. Erend\'s raw strength was overwhelming. Far more than he had anticipated.

Each strike from the Dragonborn felt like it could shatter his bone and Theron quickly realized that Erend was far stronger than Adrius and Lysander combined.

"This… this isn\'t what I expected," Theron thought between dodging blows. "His body is reinforced by those scales, and his physical attacks… they\'re too strong. But it\'s not just that."

He gritted his teeth, barely blocking an incoming punch. "His Magic. Fire and Water. I don\'t think he\'s even giving his all."

But before Theron could fully process his realization he failed to notice something critical. Lysander had already returned. Silent and quick, Lysander descended from the sky while carrying a collection of glowing potions in his arms. Without wasting a second he handed them off to Adrius.

Adrius\'s eyes wide with urgency. He then uncorked the first potion and downed it in one swift motion. His depleted Magic energy began to stir inside him. Without even looking at Lysander or offering any thanks he immediately reached for the second bottle, afraid it might slip through his fingers and break again.

Two bottles later, Adrius felt the familiar hum of restored power surge through his veins. His hands began to glow faintly with Magic energy again, as a sign that his Magic was finally returning to full strength. He stood up, the light in his eyes come back ready to turn the tide.

Theron who still locked in combat with Erend had no idea that Adrius was now back in the game.

Erend\'s instincts flared as he sensed a shift in the air. "Adrius..." His connection to the Archmage deepened as the faint hum of telepathic communication reached his mind.

"I\'ve regained my power," Adrius\'s voice echoed in his thoughts. "Lure him to the marked spot. I\'ll take care of the rest."

Erend nodded subtly. He keep his focus remaining on Theron who was too engrossed in the fight to notice.

"Time to set the trap."

With a calculated shift in his movements, Erend began to give ground. His strikes still hit hard but his steps were deliberate. He was guiding Theron toward the spot Adrius had mentioned. Theron followed, his face twisted in frustration and he just mistaking Erend\'s retreat for a sign of weakness.

"Running again, Dragonborn? Is this all you can do?!" Theron sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he pressed forward.

Erend gave a half-smirk. "Your blood armor smells disgusting. It makes me want to puke."

Theron snarled again and push his attack.

The battlefield was a ruin of broken trees and scorched earth. Yet there was one section of ground that remained undisturbed, a small patch that seemed insignificant.

Erend danced just out of reach, luring Theron closer with every step. The moment came quickly.

Theron lunged forward eager to crush Erend under his attack quickly. But the instant his foot hit the prepared ground the earth beneath him trembled.

Suddenly, the ground shifted and warped. The dirt and stones pulling in around Theron\'s legs like a living entity. His eyes widened in shock as his feet sank into the earth, trapping him in place. He struggled, but the more he fought the tighter the earth\'s grip became.

"Wha—What is this?!" Theron growled.

Erend\'s smile grew wide, almost feral. "You\'re not going anywhere."

Wasting no time, Erend surged forward with explosive speed. His fists rained down on Theron in a flurry of powerful punches. Each one driving deeper into Theron\'s defense.

Theron roared in anger and pain, his body jerking with each blow, but Erend didn\'t let up. The wild grin never left his face as his fists pounded into Theron\'s trapped form, relishing the advantage he had gained.

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