I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1273: Gather Again

Saeldir remained silent for a long moment after Eccar’s words settled between them.

Then he spoke, more thoughtfully than before. "We will need the others as well."

Eccar lifted his head. "Who do you mean?"

Saeldir gave him a steady look. "You know who I mean. The other two Archmages."

"Oh."

Eccar fell quiet.

Was it already time to gather them again?

He remembered the last assembly. The tension, fear, and the weight of uncertainty that had gripped everyone when they were about to face the Gravebringer, Zerathul.

If they called another meeting too soon, it might stir unnecessary panic. The situation was not yet open to clear conflict, after all. It’s just a possibility.

But Erend being contacted directly by the Void Architect was not a trivial matter. That alone could be the beginning of another chain of events.

Preparation made early was always better than regret made late.

"Alright," Eccar said at last with a nod. "I think that’s a good idea."

Saeldir nodded once. "I will contact them now. You better rest here first."

He turned and left the underground chamber, sealing it behind him.

Eccar remained inside, sitting against the runed wall, closing his eyes not to train again this time, but to let his mind settle.

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In his private study within the Elf Palace, Saeldir retrieved a crystal sphere from a concealed cabinet. Its surface shimmered a little bit. This was the communication artifact agreed upon by the Archmages long ago.

He placed it on the table and channeled his Magic energy.

The mist inside the crystal swirled before forming the image of an elderly man with a long silver beard and sharp eyes.

Archmage Adrius of the Kingdom of Astoria.

Adrius’ expression was already serious. He knew Saeldir would not use this crystal lightly.

"What is happening now, Saeldir?" Adrius asked immediately.

"Something is moving again," Saeldir replied. "It would be best if we gathered to talk about it."

Adrius’ jaw tightened, but he nodded. "I agree. I will depart soon."

The connection faded.

Saeldir then reached out again.

This time the mist formed into the image of a composed woman in her forties, elegant and calm. Archmage Sylmira of Qomore kingdom.

Her eyes sharpened slightly. "Saeldir. This must be important."

"It is," he answered. "We need to meet."

She did not hesitate. "Understood. I will come."

When the crystal dimmed completely, Saeldir let out a slow breath.

He felt relief but so uneasiness.

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A few days later, they gathered in the grand chamber of the Elf Palace.

King Gulben sat at the head of the long table. Aurdis stood at his side. They were already informed of what happened by Saeldir.

Saeldir, Adrius, and Sylmira were already present, waiting.

The atmosphere was not as fearful as the last time they convened but it was far from light. Everyone understood this meeting concerned something discovered by the Dragonborn.

"So how about your kingdom?" King Gulben first asked about Astoria in a casual manner.

"There is still lingering panic, your majesty," Adrius admitted. "But we are working to calm the people. With no immediate threat stability will return and they would just think that it was just gossips."

King Gulben nodded.

"And Qomore?" he asked Sylmira.

Sylmira answered calmly. "It is similar, your majesty. But our king desires more information, but I have told him we cannot provide what we do not yet fully understand."

Gulben folded his hands. "Hmm... Perhaps later, I should arrange a meeting between the kings. To avoid misunderstandings."

"A wise decision," Adrius agreed. Sylmira nodded as well.

Before further words could be spoken a portal tore open in the center of the chamber.

A wave of cold wind burst outward, sharp enough to send a chill through everyone present.

From the swirling frost-lit gateway stepped three figures.

Erend, Eccar, and Aesa.

They had just arrived from Aesa’s ice cave.

The three Dragonborn stepped fully out of the fading portal, the frost-laced wind dying down as the gateway sealed behind them.

Erend, Aesa, and Eccar immediately took the empty seats prepared for them at the long table.

The temperature in the chamber seemed to drop slightly with Aesa’s presence, a faint trace of icy mist still clinging to the edges of her cloak.

All eyes turned toward them.

Erend did not waste time. "Okay. I will tell you all what happened..."

He leaned forward slightly, with a calm and firm expression he began explaining what had happened.

He spoke of the presence that had reached out to him directly, an entity that identified itself as the Void Architect. The very being that once stood above Zerathul. The true master behind the Gravebringer.

The chamber grew quieter with each passing sentence.

They already knew of the Void Architect’s existence. Erend had revealed it before about how Zerathul had not been the origin but merely a Herald. A chosen instrument. And how, in the end, Zerathul had betrayed that master, stealing fragments of their power for himself in a desperate grasp for dominance.

But hearing that the Void Architect had now made contact with Erend again personally shifted the gravity of the situation.

Erend explained how the contact had occurred through his own special power. The entity had not attacked nor threatened him. It had spoken of a missing creation and would give him a direction to find it.

As the explanation unfolded, the expressions around the table hardened.

Adrius’ brows drew together in deep concern. Sylmira’s calm composure turned solemn. King Gulben’s fingers tightened slightly over the table’s edge. Aurdis sat rigid.

The shock was evident. But so was understanding.

This was not a coincidence.

If the Void Architect was reaching through Erend’s power directly, then something far greater than Zerathul could unfold.

Silence followed Erend’s explanation.

No one spoke for several long seconds. The pressure of what they had just heard settled heavily across the chamber and pressed into every mind present.

The name of the Void Architect lingered like a shadow over the table.

Then the discussion began.

They spoke carefully at first with measured thoughts and cautious speculation. Possibilities were weighed. Risks were considered. None of them treated this as a distant threat.

Erend eventually straightened slightly in his seat.

He had already thought about this. Erend drew a slow breath before continuing.

"I’ve been thinking that we don’t need to wait for the Void Architect to move first or give me any instructions. If it spoke of that missing Creation, then we should search for it first and confirm it," he said.

The room remained silent, listening.

"Based on what we learned from... our friend—the Psychopomp Dragon who helped us during the battle against Zerathul—it knows where the third Creation is located."

At that, subtle confusion appeared on the faces of the Archmages.

"The Dragon?" Sylmira asked carefully. "The one that intervened in the Zerathul fight?"

"Yes," Erend replied. "It wasn’t random. He knew more than he showed us."

Adrius narrowed his eyes slightly. "You are saying he knows the location of this... third Creation?"

"He does," Erend answered. "Or at least, he implied as much."

The others exchanged brief glances.

They remembered the man with otherworldly and overwhelming power who appeared only once before vanishing into a realm unknown.

They had never been told where he came from or where he returned to. They only knew of the other Dragon—the one they had come to call the Psychopomp Dragon—who had appeared during their battle against Zerathul and turned the tide at a critical moment.

They had seen it only once. After the fight ended, the Dragon vanished without explanation, retreating to an unknown realm.

Where it went, and what that place truly was, remained knowledge shared only among the three Dragonborn—Erend, Eccar, and Aesa.

Erend offered no further explanation.

The omission was intentional. They all understood. Some matters were bound by trust and power that did not belong to them.

If the Dragonborn chose not to reveal more, then it was not their place to press.

So they did not question it further. And they believed that it was for the better rather than feeling angry or disappointed.

"And where is this Creation?" Adrius asked.

Erend paused for half a second, then spoke plainly. "In another world."

A heavier silence followed.

"We would need the Dragon to guide us there," Erend added. "I will ask him for it."

He turned his head slightly toward Eccar and Aesa.

They had already discussed this in private. They understood about what happened when leaving their world again especially for something tied directly to the Void Architect. It could turn bad at any moment.

Eccar nodded without hesitation. "We already decided on the direction, so we will move before it’s too late."

Aesa let out a quiet sigh.

"I don’t like it," she admitted. "But doing nothing could make matters worse."

Her icy gaze steadied.

"So I’ll go."

Neither of them said more.

They waited for Erend to finish laying out the plan for the future.

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