The silence in the chamber was suffocating. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on Erend after his words, their expressions a mix of dread and resignation.
No one wanted to let him go, but the weight of the situation left them with no choice.
The latest reports had only made things worse. The Mages stationed inside the throne room had confirmed what many feared.
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King Gulben was battling Laston alone, Aerchon was wounded, and the generals were already descending into the fray to take command of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, the Ogres and Daemons had gone into a frenzied state, attacking recklessly and without fear, their sheer brutality overwhelming the Elven ranks.
The stronghold was collapsing into chaos. If the Dragonborns didn't act now, it would be too late.
Erend scanned the faces around him, catching the hesitation in Aurdis's blue eyes, the unspoken concern in Saeldir's tense stance, and the uncertainty in the other Mages who had once placed all their faith in the barrier.
But there was no more time to waver.
"I will act," Erend said with unwavering voice. "If later King Gulben wants to confront me about this, then he can. But right now, there's no time for his pride. Becausee his people is dying."
Aurdis opened her mouth slightly, as if to protest, but the words never came. She knew, they all knew.
No one tried to stop him.
Erend exchanged glass with Eccar who nodded, then turned, striding toward the window.
The glass was streaked with cracks, thin trails of strange energy seeping from its surface as if the entire stronghold itself was on the verge of breaking. He placed his hand against the frame and pushed it open.
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The Magic barrier had collapsed in multiple places, leaving gaping holes where once-impenetrable shields had been.
The Elven warriors, once able to fight with the protection of the barrier, were now exposed to the full wrath of the crazed enemy forces.
Ogres, their hulking exo forms barely resembling anything mortal anymore, tore through lines of soldiers, their roars shaking the air. Daemons, eyes glowing with mindless rage, crashed into formations as well, ripping and burning everything in their path.
One by one, Elves were dying.
Erend let out a slow, measured breath, his crimson eyes narrowing as he took it all in.
He couldn't let this continue.
With a single step forward, he leapt into the open air.
The moment he left the chamber, his Dragonborn instincts took over.
FWOOOSH!!!
His wings erupted from his back. The black with streaks of glowing red wings. The wind rushed past him as he fly, the battlefield rushing up to meet him.
And then he saw him. A figure hovering in the sky above the stronghold. Tall Cloaked in shifting light in his body.
Even from a distance, Erend could feel that oppressive aura.
The one responsible for the black lightning, who had been hammering the barrier, forcing it to its breaking point.
Their gazes met. The figure raised a hand.
Erend's instincts screamed.
CRACK!
A bolt of black lightning tore through the sky, heading straight for him.
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Dredge's eyes narrowed as he saw the winged figure soaring toward him. Even before the Dragonborn got close, he knew exactly who it was.
The one who had taken his arm.
Memories of that battle surged through him — the pain, the humiliation, the rage. But he was not the same as before. His arm had been reforged with metal and cybernetic enhancements and the energy creation born from Laston's mind and infused with his own ever-growing power.
His entire body pulsed with the energy that Laston had granted him, an unnatural force that twisted through his veins, amplifying his strength beyond anything he had before.
There was no way he would lose this time.
Raising his hand, he let out a burst of black lightning. The sky cracked as the raw energy screamed through the air, surging toward the incoming Dragonborn.
BLAARRR!!!
But Erend moved.
With a sharp and precise motion he twisted his body midair, dodging the first strike with ease.
Dredge scowled. "Tch… still fast, huh?"
But he wasn't done.
His hand flicked, and more bolts of black lightning shot forward in rapid succession — each faster, stronger, and more relentless than the last.
The sky became a storm of darkness, jagged streaks of power tearing through the air toward Erend.
Yet…
Erend was still dodging.
His wings flared, twisting and maneuvering through the onslaught with almost unnatural precision. Each time a bolt came close, he was already gone, his body shifting and weaving through the storm of attacks.
Dredge's scowl deepened.
After evading the relentless barrage of black lightning Erend decided it was time to act. He have to give him a proper greeting as well.
His hands ignited with searing flames, and in an instant he hurled a series of fast and powerful fireballs straight at Dredge.
Dredge reacted immediately, summoning more of his lightning, sending bolts crackling through the air to intercept the incoming fire. But as soon as the two forces met…
BOOM!
Explosions burst across the battlefield sky, fire and black lightning colliding midair, sending shockwaves rippling through the stormy clouds. Sparks of raw energy scattered like falling stars, illuminating the chaos below.
Dredge gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing at Erend. The flames were stronger than before. More refined and feels more… dangerous.
But he wasn't about to be intimidated.
With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward, cutting through the smoke and embers, heading straight for Erend like a bullet.
In a matter of seconds Dredge was upon him.
BOOM!
The impact of their collision sent out a shockwave that shattered the air. Fire and red-black energy surged outward in all directions splitting the clouds that gathered around them.
Locked in a deadlock, their fists met, muscles straining against each other as sparks of flame and lightning crackled between them.
Their eyes met. Neither would back down.
Erend grinned. "You have enough fun, bastards. But its over now."
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