I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 583: The Three Intruders

In the dim light of the underground chamber, the members of the Sable Covenant gathered around the swirling vortex. This was one of the marvel of alien technology that invaded their world. Its barely tamed by their most skilled engineers and Mages.

Its energy pulsated through the cavern, casting fluctuating shadows across their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and solemnity, as everyone knew this portal was more than just a doorway; it was their last hope.

Standing at the forefront were the chosen three: Elena, a fierce woman whose sword hung at her hip with a practiced ease, and her two companions, Darek and Tovan, both armed with swords of their own, their faces set in determined focus.

They'd been prepared for this mission for days, their hearts steeled against the uncertainties they would face. The Covenant had sent them forth with minimal ceremony, as no words could truly encapsulate the weight of the burden they bore.

The elder overseeing the portal's activation stepped forward, his voice low yet resonant.

"This mission falls upon you three alone. Remember, our future rides on your shoulders," he said, looking each of them in the eye.

They responded with silent, resolute nods, understanding all that lay unspoken.

With one last glance back at the their group, Elena and her companions stepped into the vortex, feeling its strange Magic energy pulse around them as they crossed the threshold.

The cavern and the familiar faces disappeared, leaving them suspended in the swirling light as they journeyed to an unknown world. The realm where they hoped to find the Dragonborn.

Elena, Darek, and Tovan found themselves spiraling through an unending storm of chaotic energy and a relentless torrent of force and light. Their senses were overwhelmed by the sharp stinging sensation that bit into their skin despite the protective layers of their black, molten armor.

The pain was sharper than they'd anticipated, shooting through them as if each cell in their body was being pulled apart, then forced back together in an agonizing loop.

Disoriented and reeling, they had no sense of time, lost in the ceaseless tumult of shifting sensations and wrenching vertigo. Seconds felt like hours, minutes like lifetimes, and there was no ground beneath them, only the whirling storm.

Then, abruptly, the storm began to ease, the twisting energy around them giving way to flashes of clarity. Blurred glimpses of vast landscapes flickered into view, each one spinning past them too quickly to comprehend.

"No," Saeldir replied, his gaze steady. "There is more to them than it appears. I sense desperation as well not just hostility. They may not be enemies."

The apprentices exchanged uncertain glances. Their senses were not as refined as their master's, and they struggled to see beyond the looming threat.

"Prepare the crystal cube for containment," Saeldir ordered with calm voice.

The apprentices sprang into action, quickly assembling the enchanted crystal prison to hold the intruders.

As they worked, Saeldir continued to study the strangers, pondering the fates that might have brought them here and if they had come as friend or foe.

A few minutes later, the crystal cube was ready in Saeldir's chamber. He swiftly brought the three figures inside through the open window. As he did, he caught a glimpse of one of them—a woman—looking at him with weary eyes behind the slit of her helmet.

Saeldir set the three of them inside the magic cube, securing it tightly. The figures stirred, but they still couldn't move much beyond faint shifts.

"Perhaps the journey across dimensions weakened them, Master," the scribe apprentice said.

"That's possible," Saeldir replied. "In that case, they may not be evil after all. They're not prepared at all if they wanted to invade."

"But... what are they?"

"That's what we're going to find out."

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