I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1326: A Suggestion

Deep within the sealed section of the Grand Library, the search stretched on longer than any of them had expected.

Time passed quietly, measured only by the turning of brittle pages and the faint shifting of dust in the air.

One by one, they uncovered fragments of knowledge. Scattered, incomplete, and often written in scripts so old they required careful interpretation. Yet slowly, a pattern began to form.

Velrion was the first to notice it.

He gathered several texts together, laying them across a long stone table illuminated by a steady glow of light.

Arven brought his own findings, followed by Eldric with a collection of aged scrolls, and finally Draven, who placed a heavy, worn volume beside them.

None of the pieces made full sense on their own. But together, they aligned.

What they found did not describe the Sky Anchor as it was known today.

The records spoke of a time long before the current kingdoms existed. A time when the Ancestors had witnessed something that defied all understanding. The Sky Anchor had not always been part of this world.

It had fallen.

The texts described a massive object descending from the sky like a comet. It was vast enough to eclipse the sky themselves.

Its arrival shook the world. The ground trembled across entire continents, and the skies burned with unnatural light at that time.

The Ancestors believed they were witnessing the end of all things.

But the object did not strike the world as one.

It broke apart.

In the sky, it split into three massive fragments and five smaller ones, scattering across distant lands.

The Ancestors, driven by both fear and curiosity, divided themselves into groups and followed the falling fragments across unknown territories.

After long and perilous journeys, they found them.

The records described the first contact not as a discovery, but as an encounter.

The fragments were alive in a way that defied comprehension. They radiated immense power, and from them, the Ancestors gained what would later become the foundation of Magic in this world.

The very energy that shaped civilizations, power systems, and the Arcane Authority itself originated from those fragments.

But that was not all they found.

Buried deeper within the records, written in more restricted and fragmented sections, another truth emerged.

The fragments consumed things.

Living matter that came too close did not simply perish. It was absorbed, devoured, and broken down and drawn into the fragments themselves as if they were feeding.

The Ancestors had witnessed it. And they had hidden it from general knowledge.

After that, using the knowledge they gained from the fragments, they created seals. Not to preserve the power, but to restrain it. To suppress the corruption that lay beneath the surface. Those seals became part of the structure that the world would later revere and rely upon.

The truth of that corruption was never passed down.

It was buried, locked away even from Mages and those who practiced the power that originated from the fragments.

Silence filled the space around the table as the four of them absorbed what they had uncovered.

Then Arven spoke first, his voice tight.

"If this is true then the fragments are not just power sources. They are contained threats."

Eldric's gaze remained fixed on the texts, his expression darkening.

"If what we felt before was a reaction…" he said slowly, "…then the seals may already be weakening."

Draven's hand clenched slightly against the edge of the table.

"We need to destroy them," he said. His tone was firm, direct. "Before they act up. Before whatever is inside them gets out."

Eldric immediately shook his head.

"No," he said. "You are suggesting we tamper with something that shaped the entire structure of Magic in this world. If we destroy the fragments, we may destroy the balance that holds everything together."

Draven turned toward him slightly. "And if we do nothing we risk letting something far worse break free," he replied.

Arven stepped in, his voice strained but controlled.

"Both of you are assuming we understand the full consequence of either action," he said. "We don't. Not yet."

Velrion remained silent for a moment longer before finally speaking.

"Destruction is not an option we can take lightly," he said calmly. "Nor is inaction."

His gaze moved across all of them.

"The fragments are tied to the foundation of this world's Magic. Removing them may cause collapse. But if the seals are failing…" he paused briefly, "…then containment may no longer be enough either."

Eldric exhaled slowly. "Then what do you suggest?"

Velrion's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back down at the records.

"We prepare for both outcomes," he said. "We reinforce what we can, study what we must, and find out exactly what is happening before we make a decision we cannot reverse."

Draven's jaw tightened, but he did not argue further.

The debate settled into uneasy silence.

Because for the first time, they were not choosing between right and wrong. They were choosing between risks and none of them knew which one would destroy the world first.

The weight of their discovery pressed heavily, but another thought surfaced, more uncertain and more dangerous.

The three world travelers.

Velrion remained still, but his mind shifted. Those three had reached them and made contact with them.

Arven spoke first, his voice quieter. "There is something we are missing. The three world travelers made direct contact with the fragments."

Eldric's gaze darkened. "Right. We don't know what happened during that contact."

Draven exhaled slowly. "They reached the core. Then they left without damage or attempt to take anything." His jaw tightened. "That makes no sense."

Velrion finally lifted his gaze. "It does. They are acting with intent. We just don't understand it."

That was the problem.

If the fragments were as dangerous as the records described, then approaching them alone should have been impossible. Yet those three had done it effortlessly and walked away.

Arven drew a breath. "Then maybe we should meet them."

The words settled heavily.

Draven's gaze sharpened. "Meet them?"

"If they're not hostile," Arven continued, "then they might have answers."

Eldric frowned. "Or they are hiding something. You want to approach beings who overwhelmed all of you?"

"They didn't kill us," Arven replied.

"That doesn't make them allies," Draven said.

Silence returned.

Arven pressed on. "Ignoring them is just as dangerous. They are connected to this, one way or another."

Eldric shook his head. "Approaching without leverage is worse."

Velrion finally spoke. "It is an option. But a dangerous one."

His gaze moved across them.

"We do not understand them. Until we do, any contact carries risk."

The room fell quiet again.

Now they faced another uncertainty.

Not just what those three had done but whether approaching them would bring answers or ruin.

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