I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 994: Destructive

They froze, their eyes wide and their mouths opened agape. The sheer speed and force of what Arty had just done wasn't just surprising. It was beyond belief.

For Esther, who had spent years honing her craft as a witch and had achieved the level of an adept caster, the reality was harsh. Even she needed moments of focus to weave her spells and even then, she could only manage one spell at a time.

Yet Arty had lifted herself into the air with wind Magic, then conjured a destructive fireball of immense strength within mere heartbeats. To perform that at her age was simply too amazing.

Esther's staff trembled slightly in her grip. "That… that's not normal," she muttered under her breath.

Hidden among the shadows, the assassin's smirk had vanished. His eyes narrowed sharply as he watched the girl still hovering in the air. His mind reeled at what he had just witnessed.

"What the hell is she…? That destructive force… even if I stood just close to the edge of that blast, I'd have been shredded to pieces!"

His gloved hand brushed against his pouch unconsciously where the remnants of the scroll lay.

He had thought himself in control of the situation. Summoning the wyvern should have been enough to cause chaos and maybe even casualties. But now? This changed everything. His chest grew tight with unease.

"If she senses me, I will be dead before I can even move. Just a flick of her hand and I wouldn't even have time to dodge even with my speed."

For the first time in years, the assassin considered demanding more gold for this job. Perhaps even a lot more.

Arty's voice cut through the tension. Still floating above, her eyes locked on the writhing wyvern below. She spoke in an almost casual tone, but her voice carried over the whipping wind.

"It's not dead yet," she announced. "Should I finish it?"

Jan blinked, caught off guard by her calmness. He exchanged glances with Hund, Esther, and Annette.

Each of them gave slight nods. It was reckless, maybe even dangerous, but something in their hearts wanted to see what else she could do.

Jan straightened and called up to her, forcing a smile. "Sure. If you can kill it, then do it on your own."

Arty's grin widened. "Thanks."

She lifted both hands high above her head. A massive sphere of fire roared into being a moment later. It was brighter and larger than before, its edges swirling as wind began to coil around it in a violent spiral.

The blazing orb turned into something fire entwined with air, power feeding power.

The group below could only gape in awe. Even Esther who had prided herself on her knowledge of Magic arts, could not comprehend what she was seeing.

"She's combining… two elements at once at that age?"

With a graceful motion, Arty thrust the colossal orb downward.

The fireball streaked like a falling star wrapped in shrieking winds.

CRASH!

The wyvern's roar was swallowed in an explosion that split the air itself. Flames and wind tore upward in a spiraling column, forming a blazing tornado that devoured the monster whole.

The beast let out a terrible dying sound of shrieking until at last it fell silent.

The cyclone dissipated, leaving nothing but scorched earth and the heavy stench of charred flesh.

Arty descended gently, her feet touching the ground as though she'd simply stepped down from a ledge.

She let out a long satisfied breath, a smile lighting her face.

"That was my first wyvern kill," she said cheerfully.

Jan, Hund, Esther, and Annette stood frozen, their shock still plastered across their expressions.

Esther finally found her voice. She lowered her staff and stared at Arty with unhidden awe.

"How… how were you able to use two elements simultaneously? And with that kind of power was that? That's impossible."

Arty chuckled softly, scratching her cheek as her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Thank you," she said sheepishly.

It was in that silence filled with disbelief and awe, that all of them fully realized that she truly was Erend, the Dragonborn's sister.

The shock lingered for only a breath longer before Jan forced himself to clear his throat, snapping the others out of their stupor.

His hand tightened around his bow to ground himself back to reality. He looked at Arty, then at the smoking crater where the wyvern had fallen, and said firmly, "We need to check it. Come on." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The group moved with caution as they approached the site of devastation.

The heat still radiated faintly from the scorched earth plus the acrid stench of burnt flesh. What remained of the wyvern lay blackened, its once massive wings reduced to shriveled husks. Scales that were once proud armor had flaked and crumbled into brittle fragments.

The beast was hardly recognizable anymore.

Hund crouched near the remains and he gave a low chuckle. "Almost nothing left of it. Nudge it a little and I'm sure it'll crumble into ash."

Jan exhaled through his nose, eyes narrowing at the remains. "Yeah. We can't even check if there was anything strange about it. If there was some anomaly, it's gone now."

Arty shifted uncomfortably, her earlier cheer fading into guilt. She lowered her head slightly and murmured, "Ah, sorry… I got carried away."

Jan turned toward her, shaking his head quickly with a faint smile.

"Don't be. Something like this can happen. And besides…" His expression grew heavier, his voice more thoughtful. "I have a feeling this isn't the last one we'll see."

Jan glanced at each of them before finally nodding. "Let's keep moving. We need to find out why there's a wyvern in this region. They don't just appear here without reason."

The group fell into step once more. They no longer saw Arty as a young girl to be protected. That notion had shattered with the sight of the blazing tornado she had summoned.

Instead, she had become their ally they could rely on, someone who might even protect them instead.

Far behind them, hidden within the folds of shadow, the assassin moved silently as well. His eyes flicked down to the flat hexagonal crystal tied to his wrist, its surface faintly glowing as he checked for orders. Nothing. No new instructions had arrived.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled slowly, his gaze lifting back toward the group in the distance.

"So I just follow for now."

His earlier confidence had already been eroded, but duty and coin still held his feet to the path.

And so he trailed them in silence.

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