I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Erend stood on the balcony outside his room, leaning against the cool metal rail as he looked out over the city. The streets below were still alive and glowing with streetlights, headlights, and the occasional neon signs that cast their colors against the dark.

Cars zipped along in the road in front of his house. Some carrying tired workers home, others bringing people from clubs or late dinners. A few stumbled out of bars, laughing and clinging to each other, blissfully unaware of the dangers that loomed in distant worlds — dangers that could one day reach them.

They didn't know what lay beyond the veil of this peace. The threats he faced daily to keep this world safe. The bliss of their ignorance seemed almost enviable and he felt a quiet ache knowing how much he had sacrificed to protect it.

"I guess ignorance really is bliss," Erend muttered to himself, watching the carefree city he had vowed to protect.

Not knowing what else to do with himself, Erend went back inside and lay on his bed, expecting his thoughts to keep him awake. Yet as he stretched out on his bed, surrounded by the familiar feel and scent of home, a surprising calm settled over him.

It was the first time in ages he felt the true warmth of safety, and before he knew it, he drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Meanwhile, in the Eternal Earth – the other world, Saeldir examined his work with intense focus. He'd successfully forged a replica of the black molten armor. He'd need to make more for the others.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, glancing at the armor with a sense of grim satisfaction.

Not far off, Eccar listened intently as Elena, Darek, and Tovan shared stories of their world. Eccar's eyes were fixed on them, absorbing every word about their realm, one that had once mirrored the Elves' world before the invasion.

It had been a place of beauty, Magic, and peace. However, Elena explained that they only knew of this past through stories told by their grandparents; they had never seen their world in its true glory.

All they'd known was the harshness left in the aftermath, but Eccar saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes as they spoke.

"We'll bring it back one day," Eccar assured them, his voice steady.

Saeldir returned to the table where the other sitting after he directed his apprentices to finish crafting the black molten armor. This armor would serve its purpose in time, but for now, Saeldir's mind shifted to the next steps. He gathered around a large map with Eccar, Elena, Darek, and Tovan, who were all discussing what awaited them in their homeland.

Eccar studied the map, listening intently to Elena's descriptions of key locations, dangers, and the resources they might still rely on.

He finally spoke up with resolute tone. "We'll need to handle this ourselves, at least for now," he said, meeting Saeldir's gaze. "Erend deserves a moment with his family. He's given everything and it's only fair he has a moment to breathe."

Saeldir nodded, a quiet sense of relief flashing in his eyes. He, too, felt a reluctance to summon Erend back so soon.

"I agree," Saeldir replied. "We can manage. If the situation go bad later we'll call on him. But for now, let him have his peace."

A wave of determination settled over them. They knew the road ahead would be difficult, but they felt ready to face it without calling on Erend until it was absolutely necessary.

After a final nod of agreement, Saeldir spread his hands over the map, his fingers tracing the path they would need to take.

"First," he began, his voice low and measured, "I think we'll need to secure an entry point near the outskirts of the capital. If it's as fortified as you say, maybe there is something important being stored there."

Darek leaned in. "It's risky, but I agree. There are hidden paths through the woods on the eastern side," he offered, pointing to a small area marked on the map. "We not sure can do it before but with your help I guess we will stand a chance."

Tovan crossed his arms, contemplating the plan. "But we have to be fast. Patrols have increased lately so maybe there will be a lot more soldiers that will come to that place."

Eccar nodded thoughtfully, weighing each piece of advice.

"Then we move with caution. I now kind of understand how these creatures operate," he said, his voice gaining confidence. "Their technology may be advanced but they underestimate the power of those who fight for their home. We'll use that to our advantage."

Elena, her face set with grim determination, placed her hand over her heart.

Saeldir watched each of them, absorbing the strength in their voices and the unwavering commitment in their faces. These were people who had endured great loss, yet somehow, they stood here with hope and courage that fueled his own determination.

Saeldir took a deep breath, breaking the tense silence that had settled around the table.

"I need to make a report to my King," he announced, his voice steady but carrying a hint of urgency. The mention of the king's name sent a wave of unease through Elena, Darek, and Tovan, who exchanged glances filled with uncertainty.

Elena's brow furrowed as she asked, "So that is your king's name?"

"Yes. He is the ruler of the Elves, a wise and powerful leader. He needs to be informed about the situation in your world. And honestly I can't come with you if he don't permit it."

Darek nodded, though apprehension lingered in his expression. "But what can we possibly say?"

Tovan chimed in, his voice barely above a whisper, "He might not even care about our plight."

Saeldir leaned forward, his eyes fierce with conviction. "That's where you're wrong. The king understands the value of all lives, regardless of where they come from. He will listen to your story and I'm sure he will want to help. Trust me, we need to speak with him."

With a shared look of resolve, Elena, Darek, and Tovan steeled themselves. They may have come from another world but they now had a stake in this one. As they prepared to meet King Gulben, they knew that their fate, along with the future of their homeland, rested on their ability to convey the dire situation they faced.

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