I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1325: Changes

Far from the tension-filled chamber, at the three distant sites where the fragments of the Sky Anchor rested, something happened.

It began without warning.

A low tremor ran through the ground beneath each location at the same time. Not a violent quake, but a deep and unnatural shudder that seemed to originate from within the structures themselves rather than the land around them.

The foundations of the sites vibrated with a resonance that did not belong to the natural world.

Then it intensified.

The stone cracked. Dust fell in thin streams from ceilings and carved pillars. The air trembled as the fragments reacted.

Magic surged to every direction in sudden bursts, flaring violently from each core as if something had struck them from beyond perception.

The energy was unstable and wild.

The Sky Anchor fragments in three sites pulsed in unison, their power spiking far beyond their usual state before collapsing back into a strained equilibrium.

And beneath that physical reaction... something else also stirred.

Within the unseen layer of existence where their consciousness resided, the three fragments awakened at once.

Darkness surrounded them, a vast and shifting darkness. Their fragmented yet connected awareness trembled as a distant disturbance brushed against their existence.

A presence. Faint, but unmistakable presence.

It was not close. At least not yet.

But it was there. And she knew it.

Fear spread through them, not just as a simple emotion this time, but as a fundamental reaction embedded into their very creation.

Something ancient and absolute that could not be denied.

Their creator.

"No... no..." the fragments whispered together, their voices overlapping in a fragile, trembling unity.

The resonance of that presence pressed faintly against them was distant but approaching. And with it came the certainty they had tried to escape.

He was coming.

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Back in Leonora City, the search had already begun.

Deep within the Grand Library, far below the main halls accessible to the public, rows upon rows of ancient records stretched into the dimly lit distance.

The air was thick with dust and age, carrying the weight of knowledge that had not been touched for generations.

Archmage Velrion moved through the narrow aisles with purpose, his steps steady but quick. The faint glow of floating light orbs followed him, illuminating shelves filled with sealed tomes, scrolls, and engraved tablets.

Behind him, Arven, Eldric, and Draven followed closely.

The difference between them was clear even in silence.

Arven remained alert, his eyes scanning titles and markings as they passed. Eldric moved slower, his age evident but his focus was still unwavering. His fingers occasionally brush along the spines of books as if searching by instinct rather than sight.

Draven walked at the rear.

Unlike the others, his presence carried a different tension.

Once known only for his swordsmanship, he now stood among Mages and was forced to rely on knowledge rather than direct strength.

His silence was heavier, his gaze behind the mask was sharper, as if he was forcing himself to adapt to a battlefield he was less familiar with.

Velrion stopped abruptly at a section sealed behind a thin barrier of Magic.

With a subtle gesture, the seal dissolved.

"This section contains records that were deemed too unstable or irrelevant for general study," he said without turning. "Most of it has not been reviewed in decades."

His hand reached forward, pulling one of the older volumes free. Dust scattered lightly into the air as the book opened with a faint creak.

"We are not looking for clear answers for now. Because I think there will be none," Velrion continued. "We are looking for patterns. Mentions of anomalies or distortions or anything that does not align with this world’s natural laws."

They all nodded.

Arven stepped forward, already reaching for another text.

Eldric moved toward a stack of scrolls, unsealing them one by one with careful precision.

Draven hesitated for a moment before stepping deeper into the archive, his hand resting briefly on a worn tome before pulling it free.

The search began in silence.

Each of them knew that whatever they were looking for might not be obvious. But somewhere within these forgotten records there had to be something if what they were facing now had happened before.

Then someone, at some point in history, had seen it coming.

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Far from the reach of Leonora’s towers and its quiet halls of study, the world began to react in ways no one had yet connected.

At Blackstone Ridge, where jagged cliffs rose like broken teeth against the sky and dense forests clung to the slopes, the Magical beasts were the first to change.

It began subtly.

A low growl came from creatures that had no reason to be hostile. A sudden stillness among predators that usually moved with instinctive confidence.

Birds that once circled high above abruptly broke formation and scattered without direction.

Then it escalated.

A massive horned beast, known for its territorial but predictable behavior, suddenly lashed out at everything around it.

It charged through the undergrowth, crushing trees and stones, and let out a roar that echoed across the ridge as if something pressed against its mind.

Smaller creatures fled in erratic patterns, colliding into one another. Their instincts no longer aligned with survival but overridden by confusion.

Some of them froze entirely and trembled as if caught between fleeing and attacking while others turned aggressive without cause, tearing into anything within reach, even their own kind.

The entire ridge shifted into chaos.

It was not natural, hunger, or territorial conflict.

It was something they could not understand.

They all felt an energy that did not belong here.

—

Near the ruins of Vaelorin City where the desert stretched endlessly beneath a merciless sun, the same disturbance unfolded.

Creatures that had adapted to the harsh and silent environment suddenly broke their patterns.

Sand-dwelling serpents burst from beneath the dunes without warning and thrashing violently as if trying to escape something that was not there.

Packs of scavenger beasts that once moved in coordinated silence turned on each other in bursts of sudden aggression.

A towering beast made of hardened sand and crystal let out a piercing cry that echoed across the empty ruins. Its body destabilized as the Magic that held it together flickered wildly.

The air seemed to distort briefly, waves of heat bending in unnatural directions.

The desert, once still and predictable in its brutality, became restless and unstable.

—

And deep within the southern seas, among the scattered islands where few dared to travel, the disturbance reached even the depths.

Beneath the water, creatures that ruled the ocean’s silence began to stir.

Massive shapes moved. Groups of lesser Magical creatures scattered in frantic waves, their movements chaotic and directionless.

Predators that once lurked deep below patiently surged upward without reason, breaking through the surface in violent bursts.

The ocean churned. Waves rose without wind.

The water seemed to resist something pressing into it, forming unnatural ripples that spread across vast distances before fading.

A deep, resonant sound echoed beneath the surface.

—

Across forests, deserts, and oceans alike, the pattern was the same.

The Magical beasts were reacting. Not to a visible threat. But to a presence they could feel far more clearly.

Something had begun to reach into their world. The natural order was starting to break under its influence.

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