I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Eccar and Krevak immediately rushed toward each other after that brief exchange. They are so fast that their movements become a blur of speed and power.

When they collided, the force shook the battlefield once more, sending a shockwave that knocked nearby soldiers off their feet, enemies and friends alike. The clash of their strikes rang out like thunder and echoing across the rocky terrain.

Eccar's claws slashed through the air, aiming for Krevak's exposed flank. Krevak now glowing with golden and red energy, he twisted to avoid the attack and countered with a swift punch.

His fist crackled with mysterious power and when it connected with Eccar's armored shoulder, sparks flew and the ground beneath them cracked.

Eccar grunted but barely faltered. Instead, he retaliated with a powerful uppercut that sent Krevak staggering backward. For a moment, there was silence as the two figure circled each other, both visibly impressed by their opponent's strength.

"Not bad," Krevak said, his grin never fading. His body radiated an aura that seemed alive, the golden-red glow pulsing with each heartbeat. "But I know you're holding back. Don't insult me."

Eccar smirke. "I don't need my full power to handle you."

Hearing that, Krevak gritted his teeth.

They surged forward again, this time trading a flurry of blows that seemed too fast for the eye to follow.

Krevak's fists radiated destructive energy of his, each of his strike aimed to break Eccar's defenses as fast as possiblee.

Eccar relied on his physical strength and agility only this time to test the strength of his enemy. He ducking and weaving while countering with devastating punches and slashes of his claws.

Despite avoiding the use of his Earth Magic, his strikes were heavy enough to send tremors through the ground and Krevak's defense.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the battlefield, Commander Varok observed the fight with a grim expression. He clenched his jaw, struggling to process what he was seeing.

Krevak's overwhelming power was unlike anything they had encountered before. Its stronger than the invaders were using till now. For the first time, someone was matching Eccar blow for blow, and he afraid that he maybe even surpassing him.

Varok turned to Renna, who was still at the siege weapon, her hands flying across its mechanisms as she prepared another shot.

"Renna! Keep firing! We need to maintain pressure on their defenses!" said Varok.

Renna nodded sharply. "Understood, Commander!"

She motioned to her team and immediately, their hands moving with practiced precision once more as they reloaded the shimmering arrow.

Varok's gaze shifted to Brogar next, who was back on his feet and rallying his squad. "Brogar, protect the weapon at all costs. We can't let them target it again."

Brogar gave a curt nod, his molten-black armor gleaming under the harsh sunlight.

"Leave it to me, commander!" He raised his massive war axe and barked orders to his troops. "Form up! Don't let anything through!"

With the resistance's key players back in action, the rest of the army stood frozen, their attention drawn to the titanic battle unfolding before them.

Krevak's glowing form was like a beacon of destruction for them, his attack leaving trails of energy that crackled ominously.

Eccar, despite holding back his Earth Magic, met each attack with an unyielding ferocity that inspired awe.

Varok forced himself to look away from the spectacle and scanned the battlefield. He had to think ahead. The gates were destroyed, but the fortress still loomed, and reinforcements could arrive at any moment.

"We need to push forward while they're distracted," he muttered to himself. "This is our chance to gain ground!"

They have something unexpected happened but they need to push forward because they had already come this far and can't just abandon this. That what Varok thinking right now.

Turning to his officers, Varok began issuing rapid orders.

"Move the second wave through the gate. Take defensive positions on the other side and secure the perimeter. Support our mages — those flying machines will be attacking soon!"

As the soldiers hurried to carry out his commands, Varok cast one last glance at Eccar and Krevak.

The ground trembled beneath their relentless blows and the air around them seemed charged with energy. He knew the battle between the two would determine the morale of both sides. If Eccar fell, it would be catastrophic.

But he didn't think that Eccar will fell

Renna's voice rang out. "Weapon ready to fire again!"

Varok turned to her. "Good! Keep targeting their fortifications! We need to make sure they can't regroup!"

The tension on the battlefield remained thick. The resistance fighters moved with renewed determination, their faith in Eccar giving them strength. Yet in the back of everyone's mind was a gnawing fear.
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What if this opponent is truly too much, even for the Dragonborn?

Eccar growled as he blocked a powerful strike from Krevak, the force sending a jolt through his arms.

"You're persistent," he said through gritted teeth.

Krevak laughed, his energy flaring. "And you're arrogant. That's going to cost you!"

Krevak launched another series of brutal attacks, his speed and power increasing with each strike.

Eccar dodged and deflected most of the blows, but a well-timed kick caught him in the ribs, sending him sliding across the ground.

Eccar stood slowly. He locked eyes with Krevak, his grin returning. "Not bad," he said. "But if you think that's enough to stop me, you're in for a rude awakening, big guy."

As the two warriors charged at each other once more, the battlefield braced for the outcome of their clash.

Eccar's movements were fast yet deliberate, his claws slashing with calculated precision as he engaged Krevak. Yet, for every blow he landed or evaded, Krevak countered with an equal measure of force.

The mysterious golden and red energy that coursed through Krevak's body wasn't just for show — it enhanced his every attac then turning even the smallest gesture into a devastating blow.

But it wasn't Krevak's power that concerned Eccar. It was the nature of it.

"What is this…?"

Eccar thought as he sidestepped a blazing punch, the heat from Krevak's energy radiating even through the air. "

This isn't technology… it's something else entirely. Magic? But it doesn't feel like the kind I know. It's too raw and too unstable."

Eccar's confusion deepened as he deflected a crushing strike, the impact sending a shockwave rippling outward. Despite his Dragonborn strength, every exchange left him more puzzled. Krevak was fast and his attacks seemed to grow stronger with every clash.

"How is this suddenly possible?"

Eccar mused as he ducked under another strike. "

I thought they will not be able to match me, let alone push me back. Even among Magic users, this is different. What exactly is he?"

Krevak grinned as if sensing Eccar's hesitation. "You're wondering, aren't you?" he taunted, his crimson eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "What am I? How am I keeping up with you while all of my army got defeated so easily by you?" He punctuated his words with a series of rapid punches, each one forcing Eccar to retreat a step. "You'll find out… if you survive!"

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