I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Adrius and Theron stood locked in a fierce struggle. Their Magic clashing with a power that shook the air and earth around them. The ground beneath their feet cracked and trembled.

Theron's smile never wavered with expression that look like a cold amusement, while Adrius's face showed signs of strain, the effort of holding his ground was clear in his furrowed brow and clenched jaw.

"You can't defeat me, Adrius. By now, you should know that," Theron taunted with his voice full with satisfaction.

Adrius didn't respond because his focus was entirely on the battle. He then pushed harder using more strength he had. His muscles tensed and his body trembling.

With a guttural grunt he managed to force Theron backward creating a brief but crucial gap between them. But Adrius knew that he couldn't stop just there so he keep pushing.

Theron didn't seem fazed even though he had been pushed back. His expression remained calm. Then he spoke again, this time with a tone that sent a chill down Adrius's spine.

"I'll tell you a secret, Adrius," Theron said with voice that sounds deceptively soft. "My power comes from the Great Power itself. So if you truly want to defeat me... you'll have to kill my master."

Adrius's eyes narrowed. The Great Power is definitely the Great Calamity itselt. The force that had brought devastation upon their world.

The idea of defeating Theron had seemed impossible enough but to defeat the source of his power —the Great Calamity itself — was beyond comprehension.

Adrius gritting his teeth while stared at Theron. Theron's confidence was unnerving, his willingness to share such a critical secret showed that confidence. It was as if Theron didn't of his own invincibility that he didn't mind exposing the very foundation of his life and power. The thought sent a wave of frustration and helplessness crashing through Adrius.

How could he stand against something so vast, so overwhelmingly powerful?

Theron's smirk grew wider, sensing Adrius's turmoil.

Lysander's saw his attacks fail to leave any significant mark, just like what he thought. The beast's thick hide and the dark Magic animating it made it nearly impervious to the lightning spears, and the grotesque, living blood seemed to absorb the energy, mitigating any real damage. Experience amazing tales on m vl-em|p-yr

"Damn it," Lysander hissed under his breath, realizing that this fight would be far more difficult than he had anticipated.

He circled around the beast, searching for any vulnerable spot that he could exploit. He knew he couldn't keep wasting energy on attacks that wouldn't work. He needed a new strategy, something that could penetrate the beast's defenses and deal real damage.

Lysander decided take significant risks. He steeled himself and gripping his staff tightly before making a decisive move.

Without hesitation, Lysander launched himself toward the giant beast, abandoning the safety of distance. The air whistled past him as he moved. He then drew his sword and began imbuing it with powerful Magic. The sword gleamed with a brilliant blue light as he channeled his strength into the weapon.

Lysander closing the distance and aimed for the beast's arm. He swung his sword in a wide arc.

The sword connected with the beast's flesh, cutting deep into its massive arm. For a brief moment the air was filled with the sound of tearing flesh and crackling energy as Lysander's sword carved a huge gaping wound into the creature.

"ROAR!"

The beast let out a deafening roar of pain. The sound was so intense that the very trees seemed to shudder in response. Dark, corrupted blood poured from the wound, splattering onto the ground and sending up a hissing steam as it made contact with the earth.

Lysander didn't pause to admire his work; he knew the beast wouldn't stay stunned for long. He quickly maneuvered away, avoiding the beast's wild thrashing movements as it reacted to the sudden pain.

The creature swung its massive arm in an attempt to swat Lysander away, but he was already moving, darting out of reach.

Despite the danger, Lysander felt a surge of satisfaction. He had finally managed to hurt the beast, proving that it wasn't invincible. But he also knew that this was only the beginning. The beast was enraged now, and the fight was far from over.

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