I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Aerchon returned to the Elf Palace after several days away, leading his army back through the gates with a sense of accomplishment.

His mission had been to ensure that the regions that had been touched by the tendrils of the Great Calamity that time remained stable and free from any lingering threats or emerging anomalies.

The journey had taken him across the barren lands where the tendrils had once wreaked havoc. The soil was still dry and lifeless in many places, the plants brittle and withered. However, signs of slow recovery were beginning to show as though nature itself was determined to heal.

Aerchon's vigilant inspections confirmed that all was fine. The corrupted Magic that had plagued those regions was gone, leaving no trace behind. The lands were silent exceptt for the whisper of the wind and the distant rustle of regrowth.

Satisfied with the results of his mission, Aerchon was eager to report back to his father and resume his duties at the palace.

Little did he know, a new storm was already brewing within its walls.

Aerchon dismounted his Unicorn at the gates of the Elf Palace, the faint hum of activity immediately catching his attention.

Soldiers moved across the courtyard, their armor clinking as they carried crates of supplies.

Mages stood in groups and chanting incantations that lit the air with flickers of defensive wards. Aerchon's eyes narrowed as he absorbed the scene, his brows furrowing in confusion.

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Aerchon moved through the bustling corridors. The palace was alive with the urgency in the guards, servants, and Maages movement.

Finally, he reached the throne room. The double doors were partially open, allowing him to glimpse the scene inside.

King Gulben sat at the head of the long table with his advisors flanking him. They were deep in discussion. The words "new weapons," "defense," and "urgent preparations" floated toward him, piquing his curiosity further.

Aerchon straightened and stepped into the room. His armored boots clicked against the floor drawing the attention of everyone present. The conversation stopped and King Gulben looked up, his expression softening slightly at the sight of his son.

"Aerchon," the king greeted, gesturing for him to approach. "You've returned earlier than expected. What news do you bring?"

Aerchon bowed briefly before speaking. "The lands touched by the Great Calamity remain unchanged. The soil is still recovering and the flora is growing slowly, but there are no anomalies or lingering traces of Magic. It appears stable for now, Your Majesty."

A murmur of approval rippled through the advisors, but Aerchon's piercing gaze didn't leave his father's face. "What's happening here, Your Majesty? The palace feels tense."

King Gulben exchanged a glance with one of his senior advisors before returning his attention to Aerchon. "It seems we may have another threat on the horizon," he said.

Aerchon's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. "Another threat? Has the Great Calamity left behind something we missed?"

"Not the Great Calamity, Aerchon," a voice came from behind him. Aerchon turned to see Saeldir entering the room.

Saeldir inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment before continuing. "This morning, I detected a foreign Magic signature probing the palace barrier. It was deliberate. And after further analysis, I'm certain it bears traces of Laston's Magic."

The name hit Aerchon and everyone in the room like a sharp gust of wind.

Aerchon' fists clenched at his sides, the memory of Laston's betrayal and the chaos he had caused rushing back.

"Laston," he repeated, his tone cold. "Are you certain?"

Saeldir nodded. "His signature is unmistakable, though it has evolved. It's stronger, layered with something different. I believe he's planning something, though I still can't determine his exact intentions."

Aerchon's jaw tightened. "We should strike before he has the chance to act."

"We are strengthening our defenses as we speak," King Gulben interjected. "But we must proceed carefully. Until we know more, rushing to act could leave us vulnerable elsewhere."

Aerchon nodded, though the fire in his eyes betrayed his frustration. "Then let me help. Whatever needs to be done, I will see it through."

"Your return is right on time," Saeldir said. "There is much to discuss, and your insights will be invaluable. But for now, we must focus on fortifying the palace first."

Aerchon nodded again, his mind already filled with what will happen in the future. He had just returned from ensuring the lands were stable, but now it seemed the palace itself was under threat.

---

While Aerchon joined Saeldir in fortifying the palace and preparing for the threat, far away in another world, Laston himself was deep in his own preparations.

The city stretched beneath him. It was a sprawling expanse of towering skyscrapers, neon lights, and ceaseless activity. But amidst the futuristic skyline one building stood apart.

The building was a colossal factory dominating the heart of the industrial sector. Its exterior was sleek and metallic with vents releasing clouds of steam into the cold night air.

Beneath the surface lay the true heart of Laston's operation, a bigger underground facility dedicated to producing the weapons and machinery for his grand plan.

Laston soared through the air. He landed softly on the roof of the factory where a reinforced hatch opened for him.

He stepped inside and made his way to the elevator. As he descended, he reviewed the progress in his mind. Everything had to be perfect; there was no room for error this time.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the underground facility. It was a cavernous space illuminated by rows of bright artificial lights.

Automated arms worked tirelessly on assembly lines, forging sleek weapons and intricate machines. Sparks flew as Magic-infused alloys were welded together and glowing runes etched themselves into the machinery, enhancing their power.

A man approached quickly with reverent attiture. He was lean and wore a lab coat marked with the symbol of Laston's dominion.

His face bore a mix of exhaustion and but also pride, evidence of countless hours spent overseeing the operation.

"My lord," the man said, bowing his head deeply. "We were not expecting you tonight."

"I don't need to announce myself," Laston replied with cold voice. "How is the progress?"

The man straightened, his expression shifting to one of cautious optimism.

"We are nearing completion, my lord. Eighty percent of the production is done. The remaining work is primarily calibrations and final testing. The new units are performing beyond expectations in simulations."

Laston nodded, his expression unreadable as he strode past the man, his eyes scanning the operation.

Rows of sleek, huge humanoid machines stood motionless, their dark armor glinting under the harsh lights.

These constructs were a fusion of Magic and technology, their cores powered by a blend of Magic energy that Laston mastered and cutting-edge engineering of this world. Each of them was designed to be a perfect weapon. They are fast, strong, and deadly.

"Show me the most recent prototypes," Laston ordered.

The man led him to a separate chamber, secured by a heavy steel door reinforced with glowing runes. There are no other who can open this door except for him and the people he gave access to.

Inside, several advanced models were displayed, their frames sleeker and more menacing than the standard units.

Their Magic cores pulsed with a faint, ominous light, and faint tendrils of energy crackled across their surfaces.

"These are the elite units," the man explained. "They are equipped with adaptive systems that allow them to learn and counter enemy strategies in real time. Their combat capabilities are unmatched, my lord."

Laston stepped closer, inspecting the prototypes with a critical eye. "And the integration of my Magic? Have they been fully tested?"

"Yes, my lord. The integration is seamless. Your enhancements give them a ability and allowing them to disrupt traditional Magic defenses and counter the same Magic like yours."

"Good," Laston said with a rare hint of satisfaction in his voice. He turned to face the man. "Ensure there are no delays. I want full readiness within the week."

"Yes, my lord," the man replied, bowing deeply once more.

Laston lingered for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the factory floor. The hum of machinery and the glow of Magic-infused energy filled the air.

His vision was finally taking shape, and soon, he would bring it to to the Elf Palace.

As he made his way back to the elevator, a dark smile tugged at his lips.

---

A shimmering portal opened on the roof of the Elf Palace. Erend and Eccar stepped through and the portal dissolved behind them. The cool breeze of the evening swept over them, carrying with it the faint hum of activity from below.

From their vantage point, they could see the palace courtyard alive with movement. The air was thick with the unmistakable tension of preparation.

Eccar scanning the scene below. "Looks like they're gearing up for something," he said. "You think they've already caught wind of the new threat?"

"Maybe," Erend replied.

The two Dragonborn didn't waste another moment. With a purposeful stride, they descended from the roof and made their way through the palace halls.

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