I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The blistering heat of the desert world beat down as Erend and Eccar moved relentlessly through this Level 5 dungeon and striking down every creature that crossed their path. The monsters here were fiercen and each one a dangerous test of their endurance and skill.

Yet, as scorpions fell beneath their claws and sandworms writhed to the ground, the two Dragonborn seemed unstoppable, their power growing with every battle. They are already used to them at this point.

Time passed in a blur of combat and the relentless waves of enemies pressing them to the edge of exhaustion. Even with their Dragon power turns out they can't keep doing this forever.

Finally, they reached a point where the air felt thick with the weight of all they had fought, and Erend raised his hand to signal a break. They stopped with breath ragged and they dusted with sand and dried monster ichor.

As they rested, Erend pulled up his status window, his gaze sharpening as he took in the numbers. Level 80.

He felt the impact of it. The strength and abilities honed through hours of constant combat. He had crossed a significant threshold and though they hadn't spoken about it, he guessed that Eccar was near the same level.

But Erend kept his thoughts to himself, especially the quiet excitement he felt upon realizing he now had enough points to unlock another Dragon Transformation.

Once they felt somewhat recovered, they took to the sky, wings unfurling as they cut through the hot desert air and flying over the barren dunes. It was finally a relief, the ground a blur beneath them as they soared.

The wasteland seemed endless until, like a mirage, the oasis like before appeared on the horizon. Vibrant green trees circled a pool of clear water, shimmering with an inviting coolness.

The two Dragonborn descended, landing in the soft sand by the water's edge, breathing deeply as they took in the surprising beauty of this secluded place again.

For a moment, Erend was tempted to tell Eccar about his new power but he decided to wait.

They looked around the familiar oasis, the air cooler under the leafy shade. They'd been here before, and both found a strange comfort in its serenity amidst the desert's hostile expanse.

After a few moments, Sahura appeared, her silhouette almost blending with the oasis's lush surroundings. She wore a confident smile, her Egyptian features framed by dark, flowing hair that caught the sunlight, lending her an otherworldly aura.

As she approached, three stone chairs rose effortlessly from the sand in front of her. She gestured for them to sit and they took their seats.

"How are you two doing?" Sahura asked, her tone warm yet observant, her eyes drifting from Erend to Eccar.

"We're good," Erend replied with a small smile. "We managed to kill the Great Calamity."

"Barely," Eccar added with a dry chuckle. "Lucky we stopped here before we faced it, or we wouldn't have survived."

Erend nodded in agreement, his face reflecting the truth in Eccar's words. Sahura's gaze softened and for a brief moment concern flickered across her expression. Then she sighed, relieved.

"It's a good thing you two survived," she said. But she could tell something was weighing on their minds.

Erend cleared his throat.

"Sahura, there's something that's been bothering me," he said. "Do you know that the Great Calamity — the enemy we fought — is a Dragonborn?"

Eccar glanced at Sahura as well, clearly eager for answers. Sahura's brows raised in surprise, her mouth parting slightly as she absorbed his words.

"I don't know anything about the outside world besides what you've told me," she replied, genuinely taken aback. "Is that true?"

"It's very true," Eccar answered, leaning forward. "We were as shocked as you. That thing was a Dragonborn. And it didn't agree with us when we act as the protectors of realms but prefer himself as the conquerors." His voice hardened, the echo of the Great Calamity's words still ringing in his mind.

Sahura's expression darkened, her gaze growing sharp. She seemed to hesitate, as if choosing her next words carefully. After a moment, she spoke in somber tone.

"Yes… it will tend to happen," she said softly, her gaze far away. "This... dark and greedy of purpose in a Dragonborn. It's more likely to happen than you might think."

Erend and Eccar exchanged glances, a shadow of doubt flickering in both their eyes.

"What do you mean?" Erend asked, his voice edged with unease.

A dark feeling stirred within him as if some truth about the Dragonborn — and about himself — was waiting to reveal itself.

He'd always believed that being a Dragonborn meant strength and a kind of divine purpose. But now, the seeds of doubt were growing and he wondered if he'd been wrong all along.

Sahura watched him carefully.

"A Dragonborn, Erend, is like any other creature across worlds. Some can be wise and selfless, but others... can be greedy and drawn to power," she explained, her gaze steady. "And power," she added quietly, "often corrupts."

"Even powerful beings like us?" Eccar asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Sahura nodded, her expression grave. "Especially those with the greatest power. For the most powerful, the allure of corruption can be even stronger."

A heavy silence settled between them. Both Erend and Eccar looked away, their thoughts racing.

Erend felt a strange unease twisting in his chest. Memories of battles and the rage he felt through him came to mind — the ferocious thrill, the anger that sometimes threatened to consume him.

It was an emotion he could wield like a weapon, but now he wondered if it was also a dangerous weakness.

He glanced over at Eccar, catching a flicker of uncertainty also in his eyes. His friend was probably thinking the same, realizing that even the Dragonborn were not immune to the darker parts of themselves.

They should have realized this sooner. Why don't he ever think that if they have so much power they will grow the sense of corruption of it?

Finally, Erend broke the silence. "Do you know if there are others out there like the Great Calamity? Other Dragonborn who have... gone dark?"

Sahura's gaze softened with understanding. "I don't believe there are many like him," she replied. "But even a single corrupted Dragonborn can bring devastation. You know that better than anyone now, after facing the Great Calamity."

Erend nodded slowly. "Yeah," he murmured. "They don't need to be many to cause chaos."

Both he and Eccar grew quiet, their doubts deepening. Erend could feel the weight of his own power, and with it, a creeping fear. The memory of that rage, of letting it guide him, came back now with an unsettling clarity. He wondered if he could hold on to his purpose or if the anger would consume him one day.

Sahura watched them in silence, sensing their turmoil. Then, in a gentle voice, she broke the tension.

"I believe you two will not give in to that temptation."

Erend looked up, surprised by her certainty. "How can you be so sure?"

A small, reassuring smile played on Sahura's lips.

"Because," she said, "you have something you want to protect."

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