I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1323: Agents

The threads of darkness continued to gather. They tighten and fold into themselves with deliberate precision. What had once been nothing but scattered fragments of will now began to take shape, not as full beings, but as hollow vessels wrapped in the purpose made by the Void Architect.

Each one of them formed from compressed strands of void essence. Thin layers of existence woven together enough to function without drawing too much attention.

They did not resemble living creatures. Their bodies were faint and unstable at the edges like silhouettes made from absence itself.

Where features should have been, there were only smooth and indistinct surfaces that keep shifted slightly as if refusing to settle into a permanent identity.

Yet within each of them there was a core that pulsed like a center where the Void Architect’s will anchored them into being.

He did not rush the process.

Each agent was shaped carefully, measured against the risk they carried. Too much presence and they would be noticed. Too little and they would fail to function.

Balance was required and he achieved it with meticulous control.

When they were complete, the void stilled.

The agents hovered in the darkness in stillness, awaiting purpose.

Then his will pressed into them.

"Observe," he said.

The command spread across all of them at once. It was not spoken, but embedded directly into their existence.

"Do not interfere. Do not engage. Avoid the Dragonborn."

The instruction carried more weight than the rest, layered with deeper caution that even the agents could not fully comprehend. It was not fear, but it was close enough to shape his restraint.

"Report only." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The final directive settled, sealing their purpose.

For a moment, nothing moved.

Then the darkness opened.

Thin fractures spread outward in front of each agent with quiet precision. The boundary between dimensions weakened enough to allow passage.

The same unseen resistance that had caused disturbances before now trembled again, reacting to the intrusion.

One by one, the agents descended.

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Across the places in that world, in places far removed from one another, they appeared.

In the depths of a forest where the light barely reached the ground, a faint distortion gathered between the trees before settling into a standing figure. It remained still for a moment, its featureless form blending unnaturally with the shadows around it before its head tilted slightly scanning its surroundings.

Near the edge of a distant mountain village, beside a narrow path rarely used at night, another figure emerged from the air itself.

A passing traveler paused and blinked in confusion as if he had almost seen something. But by the time his eyes focused, there was nothing he could clearly identify.

The agent had already shifted position, standing just outside his awareness.

Along the ruins of an old structure long abandoned, a third presence took form atop broken stone. It stood in silence, its body faintly wavering as it adjusted to the world. Then slowly turned its gaze outward across the empty land.

More followed to appear. They scattered across cities, forests, coastlines, and forgotten places, each one appearing without sound or spectacle. No grand arrival or visible force. Only a quiet insertion into the fabric of the world.

They did not move immediately.

Each agent paused, anchoring and adjusting itself, observing.

Then, almost in unison, they began to act with careful intent. Their movements were minimal at first.

Their presence remained low, slipping between attention, avoiding notice, blending into the edges of perception.

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Morning came as it always did.

Light spread across the world without hesitation, touching forests, mountains, and cities alike as if nothing had changed.

People woke, markets opened, and the steady rhythm of daily life continued without interruption.

To most, the world remained stable. The subtle disturbances of the previous night had already faded from memory, dismissed as tricks of the eye or moments of fatigue. Or not even known at all

But in Leonora City, that illusion did not hold.

Within the towering structure of the Archmage’s domain, tension gathered thick and heavy.

The upper chambers of the tower no longer carried quiet works, but urgency. Messengers moved in haste. Voices overlapped. The Arcane Authority, the highest governing body of Magical order in the city, had been fully alerted.

The breach of the three major Sky Anchor sites had reached every corner of authority.

And now, the response had begun.

Inside the grand council chamber, the atmosphere was suffocating.

The King stood at the center, his presence commanding and his expression was furious. His voice thundered across the chamber, echoing against the high stone walls as his composure broke into open anger.

"How does something like this happen?!" he shouted, his hand striking the armrest of his chair with a sharp crack. "Three of our most protected sites! Breached! And not one of you could even touch them?!"

His gaze burned as it fell upon the three figures standing below him.

Arven stood to the left, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched tightly as he tried to maintain composure under the pressure.

Beside him, the old overseer—Eldric—lowered his head slightly, his aged face tightening with restrained frustration and shame.

On the other side, the masked swordsman Draven remained still, but the tension in his shoulders showed his true feeling. His hand twitched slightly at his side, as if resisting the urge to reach for a weapon that had been useless in that moment.

All three of them had faced the intruders, and all three of them had failed.

"We engaged them with everything within protocol," Arven said carefully. His voice carried strain. "But their capabilities exceeded our expectation, your majesty. They bypassed our defenses with—"

"With ease!" the King cut him off sharply. "That is what you are telling me. That our strongest defenses mean nothing!"

Silence fell for a brief moment.

No one in the room dared to interrupt again.

At the side of the chamber, Archmage Velrion stood with his usual composure. But his expression remained far more serious than before. His eyes moved between the King and the overseers, but he did not intervene immediately. He allowed the anger to settle, knowing it came from fear as much as it did from authority.

The three overseers remained still under the King’s gaze.

Arven swallowed the rest of his explanation. Eldric’s fingers tightened slightly around his staff. Draven lowered his eyes from shame.

For the first time in years, the guardians of the Sky Anchor had nothing to say in their defense.

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