I Received System to Become Dragonborn
Chapter 903 - 903: Interview Later

The sky that were once a scorched crimson filled with ash and broken light suddenly cracked open above them.

It split with a soundless shatter like glass in the void and from the tear came an emerald brilliance, cold and sickly, yet powerful.

It pulsed in slow waves, lighting the battlefield in shifting hues of green and black, as if a buried sun of corruption had just been unveiled.

The clouds around it seemed to coil in fear, drawing away to make space for the forgotten god's true power.

Erend and Eccar stared upward. Their eyebrows furrowed as they felt the world change again around them.

They didn't need to speak to feel the pressure. The shift in the air wasn't just Magic. It was history and memory of this place that somehow they can feel it.

Something waking up in the ground, in the bones and roots of this place.

Below them, the battlefield grew quiet. The endless hordes of grey creatures no longer moved with the same primal hunger. Their howls had stopped. Their mouths hung open in awe or obedience.

One by one they began to bow their heads. Some falling to one knee, others simply lowering themselves onto their clawed hands and pressing their faces into the ash.

Not in fear but in reverence. Even these monsters recognized their god.

"So this is the god they were trying to bring to our world?" Eccar's voice said.

"I think so," Erend replied, eyes never leaving the god's floating figure. His voice was calm, but his mind was stirring.

"You heard his name he said earlier?" Erend asked. When the god was saying their name before he didn't catch it because it wa too complicated.

"No," Eccar said, shaking his head. "But… he said something about us betraying him."

Erend's brow furrowed. "I think he, or she, was talking about the Dragonborn before us."

He floated a little higher, just to be level with Thar'Zul-Vekar's hovering form. "They're mistaking us for them. Whoever destroyed this place wasn't us. It was the ones that came before."

They both turned their full attention to the god now.

Thar'Zul-Vekar's form flickered slightly in the glow of their own Magic. Their androgynous face was carved with quiet fury that beautiful in some way but distorted by an eternity of rage and isolation.

Green-black vines wove endlessly around their limbs. Moss grew from their armor like fungus on a corpse.

Their eyes that looks like twin whirlpools of forest rot and magic corruption stared at Erend and Eccar with cold focus.

Insanity. It was obvious now.

They had spent too long here, in this realm of ash and scorched sky, surrounded only by monsters, dead giants, and memories that refused to fade. No wonder their thoughts were broken. No wonder they mistook Erend and Eccar for their ancient enemies. Or because of their hate, they don't care as long as they see a Dragonborn, it will be the same as seeing the Dragonborn who had burned their realm before.

"This thing is not sane, Erend," Eccar said.

"No," Erend agreed. "But they know something about our history. They have to."

He clenched his fists, fire sparking faintly around his knuckles.

He didn't want to fight yet. Not if he could avoid it. Because if Thar'Zul-Vekar was telling the truth… if the Dragonborn had destroyed this world in the past… then everything Erend believed about who they were—about what the Dragonborn stood for—was about to be rewritten.

Erend floated a step forward.

"I'm not the Dragonborn who burned your forest," he called, voice loud and clear. "You said we betrayed you. That we burned your forest. That we defiled your world. But I don't remember doing that. Neither does he."

He gestured toward Eccar, who hovered silently beside him, eyes wary.

"So tell me," Erend continued, "if you really know what happened, then tell us. Show us. Because if we're going to fight… I want to know why."

The green light pulsed again in the sky.

The grey creatures didn't move. The ground didn't breathe.

And Thar'Zul-Vekar… smiled. But it wasn't joy. It was the slow, cruel smile of a god who had waited too long for this moment. Their lips parted.

"I will show you," they said softly, voice echoing through ground and sky. "I will show you everything after I defeat you. And when you see what you've done… I want you to beg me to end you."

The wind stopped. The green light sharpened and something deep in the ground began to move.

Erend sighed, glancing at Eccar with an even, almost tired look. "We should've known this was coming."

Eccar let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah. Imagine us thinking we could just fly up and interview an ancient pissed-off forest god."

"Right. Talk first then fight later were never works."

"Then let's beat this god's face in first," Eccar cracked his knuckles, wings spreading wide. "And then ask questions."

"Right." Erend nodded once, fire licking up his arms in slow, deliberate waves.

The ground below rumbled again—and this time, it wasn't just one or two giants tearing free. But twenty.

Twenty new undead Ents burst from the cracked ash-covered soil, rising with violent force like corpses breaking through a rotting grave.

Their bark gleamed slick with dark sap, their limbs twisted and jagged like spears. Each one at least a hundred meters tall like before but now moving even faster, driven by something deeper than Magic alone.

"Damn," Eccar muttered. "They're so many."

Above them, Thar'Zul-Vekar floated, watching in silence.

Their eyes narrowed at the Dragonborns' casual tone when talking. No apologies and no regret. Still no remorse.

Thar'Zul-Vekar raised one hand, vines curling around their fingers like claws. They didn't shout but the Ents moved as one.

A single mental command from the god sent the entire forest-army charging toward the sky, branches like spears and limbs swinging like siege engines.

Erend's flame exploded outward. Eccar's arms hardened with stone.

Together, they dove into the oncoming horde with fire and fury once more.

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