I Received System to Become Dragonborn
Chapter 897 - 897: Another Memories

The tendrils of green and black energy lashed wildly, tearing through the chamber like the fury of a giant creature hidden on the other side. Their movements were erratic and chaotic like wild serpents that writhing in joy at their long-awaited freedom.

They slammed into walls, ripped into pillars, shattered the furnitures, and desecrated sacred carvings that had withstood time for centuries. Dust and broken stone rained from the ceiling.

From the summoning circle on the floor, more of the tendrils erupted—dozens, then hundreds, unfurling and slithering like the limbs from a nightmare.

They moved with no predictable rhythm like a great octopus that become berserk. Its body made wasn't made of flesh but of rotting Magic, memory, and madness.

Annette, Selene, and Esther could only watch until they saw it again.

The shadow of that god began to form beyond the rift again. Its still looking big but also indistinct like before. Its like a silhouette that was so impossible in shape and scale that their minds recoiled.

Just seeing its outline pressed against the thin veil between worlds sent images flooding into their minds. Those images made of forests that screamed, of skies that bled, of entire worlds twisted into crawling ruin. Its stronger and clearer than before.

Their vision blurred. Their legs gave way and they dropped to their knees.

Annette clutched her head, her lips trembling, her breath caught between sob and scream. Selene curled in on herself, eyes wide and glassy. Esther let out a cry of pain from the storm of corrupted Magic that now tearing through her thoughts.

Each of them groaned and writhed helplessly on the ground before the god's encroaching presence. It wasn't just Magic but also an ancient will.

And then, the chamber doors burst open with a slam.

Jan, Mark, and Thorne stumbled in, dragging Kaela between them. Their bodies were streaked with blood, splattered with gore from battle before but they were still breathing and moving.

Until they weren't.

The moment they crossed the threshold, the wave of the god's presence hit them like a tidal force. Kaela cried out, then collapsed.

Thorne's knees buckled as he slammed into the floor. Jan and Mark gritted their teeth, tried to stand tall but the moment their eyes lifted toward the summoning circle, their strength shattered.

They saw it as well.

It was a shape that looks almost human at first and stepped free from the Magic circle. Its form was vague, cloaked in a shroud of shadow and decay. Grey, green, and black energy spiraled around it, distorting its limbs and features until it no longer resembled a person at all.

Its body seemed to ripple, transform, then melt into coils like serpents, then into gaping mouths that whispered in languages that impossible to comprehend.

Its eyes, if it had any, were not placed in any face—but all around its shape, blinking from the tendrils themselves.

Jan screamed and dropped. Mark collapsed beside him, clutching his head, groaning through clenched teeth.

No one could move after that.

And then a crashing sound happened.

Walls shattered as something flew through the window near the chamber's upper dome.

A brown and black figures appeared.

Eccar burst into the chamber with his Dragon wings arcing behind him. His eyes flaring with golden fire.

His landed and boots struck the stone with a crack of pressure that sent a shockwave across the ground. He stood tall and unmoving, his body sparking with volatile Magic energy as a living barrier against the madness.

His eyes swept across the chamber and saw the state of the others, then snapped to the abomination at the circle.

"What the fuck is that?" he said.

But the tendrils already were reacting to him. They coiling and snapping in his direction. As if this newcomer had stirred something they remembered. Something the god hated.

Eccar narrowed his eyes. His hands immediately gleamed with Magic energy, and with a flick of his hand brown and black earth spear rippled up his arm.

He stepped forward.

Knowing he had to save the others first, Eccar didn't hesitate.

He hurled the earthen spear in his hand straight into the heart of the emerging shadow. The weapon trailing raw Magic in its wake, brown and black stone streaked with glimmers of golden veins.

It struck the shadow just as one of its tendrils began to reach toward the collapsed body of Annette.

BOOM.

A shockwave of Magic burst outward from the impact. The shadow recoiled, letting out a soundless shriek that rattled the stones of the chamber.

The floor cracked, sending tremors through the structure and the tendrils nearest to the adventurers flailed violently before pulling back.

But that wasn't all.

The moment the spear struck, Eccar's mind was hit by a memory that was not his own.

He saw the ground and felt it under his cheek. The taste of blood in his mouth. A hand outstretched, fingers clawing uselessly at the soil.

Around him he can see ruins of trees, temples, and creatures twisted and burning. The sky overhead was a green-black smear of clouds, and in the distance loomed a titanic shape. It watched him with satisfaction and it had defeated him.

That wasn't him. That was another Dragonborn whose soul echoed in his mind. One who had fought this god before and failed.

Eccar gritted his teeth and pushed through the memory, shoving it aside with sheer force of will.

Another spear surged from the ground into his grasp. Then another, and another. He flung them one by one, each infused with his Magic power.

They tore through the swirling mass of shadow and energy, each strike forcing the abomination back further into the rift.

Tendrils lashed out in retaliation but Eccar ducked and weaved then slamming his heel into the ground to summon walls of stone to block the attacks.

Then he hurling his final spear with both hands.

The shadow convulsed, shuddered, and with an unearthly hiss it withdrew. Tendrils retreating like severed nerves, pulling the malformed silhouette back into the summoning circle.

The veil began to knit itself together in pulses of green-black light, but the presence remained lingering like a poisonous fog.

Wasting no time, Eccar slammed both fists to the ground.

The stone beneath the fallen adventurers rippled, then rose and forming protective domes of hardened earth over each of them.

Threads of Magic glowed faintly through the rock, sealing the structures like cocoons designed to shield the mind and soul from exposure to the god's influence.

Then by lifting his arms Eccar summoned the earth itself to move. The cocoons lifted and floating in orbit around him.

With a great heave of power, Eccar turned and leapt through the ruined doorway. The stone cracked under his boots as he soared with the unconscious adventurers away from the temple and into the open air of the forest.

The trees bent beneath the shock of his landing outside.

He gently lowered each cocoon onto the mossy floor few meters from the temple. One by one, the earath husks opened, letting in clean air thatt free from the god's corruption.

Eccar sigh and kneeling among them, checking to see if they okay.

Annette's fingers twitched. Mark groaned. Kaela began to cough weakly.

They were alive.

But inside the temple, the summoning circle still pulsed. The seal was not yet closed.

"We gotta do something about that," Eccar muttered and fly again.

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