Dragonborn Saga

Chapter 763: Ire of Alduin (1)

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Four dragon heads soared to the sky, each looking down on a single Dragonborn. Each head was real, not an illusion or a play of the arcane. It meant that, in theory, each head could shout.

"KRII LUN AUS!" (Kill, Leach, Suffer)

"YOL TOOR SHUL!" (Fire, Inferno, Sun)

"STRUN BAH QO!" (Storm, Wrath, Lightning)

Three shouts were shouted with surgical precision, all attempting to destroy Jon’s Dragon Aspect shout.

Surrounding Jon, the golden apparition that took the shape of a dragon raised its head and roared to the heavens, shaking the world and sending arcane ripples through the Magicka of the world.

With one strong flap of its wings, Jon was up above in the skies, looking down on the four dragon heads that broke through the earth beneath.

Each head opened its dark maw and attempted to take a bite at him once, but with superior agility, Jon was out of range and looking down from above at the four heads.

With pure intent for destruction, Jon’s dragon took a nosedive at the nearest head and clashed with it mercilessly. The other dragon heads engaged in a close battle, and a great coiling occurred, and no one from outside could fathom this kind of battle anymore.

Only time would tell who the ultimate victor would be.

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The other coil wasn’t too far from where Kungosvern and Jon fought. The chains had coiled around the dragons that fell into the trap, and a grounded fight took place between them and the Heroes of Winterhold.

The situation proved just how Jon and Kungosvern were a cut above the rest. None of these dragons could even dream of doing what Kungosvern was doing, as well as the Heroes with Jon. No one knew if they even wanted to reach that level where the whole continent thundered and a mountain was torn to pieces.

In that fight, Wulfur took the lead as the second most powerful in Winterhold. His raw power alone had bested Hilda in their last spar, and she graduated him as her student. That power enabled him to wrestle a dragon to the ground as the latter was almost breaking away from the chains.

But while he was the most powerful agent against the dragons, the killer of these dragons was none other than Hircine’s Champion, Isha the Redguard, being the holder of the Spear of Bitter Mercy.

"By spear undone by claw unmade! Fall, sky beast, in sand and shade!"

Each dragon she stabbed would suffer from the agony caused by her spear, as she kept chanting a poem in Tamrielic Yuko.

On the other hand, some casters utilized their magic to devastate the fallen dragons. Nurina Aren was manipulating the chains with various spells, making the chains bigger, heavier, stickier, and she even made them move on their own to keep a tighter hold on the dragons. The other caster was Alina, who switched from her usual Frost spells to Shock spells, and she kept two dragons completely paralyzed while staying in the back line. However, the most disastrous of the casters was Jonrad, who created volcanic pits everywhere he went, and it would sink the dragons in their fire, showing the ire he had piled up from the kidnapping scheme the dragons pulled against the young twins. ṘάＮ𝐨𝔟ĘȘ

Those watching from the city wall could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The situation was now under control in the city; the dragons had been driven away and had fallen from the sky; only the chief dragon remained and was fighting with Jon. In Saarthal, everyone had an unshakable faith that the Dragonborn would always prevail, especially against dragons.

Seeing him transform into an ethereal golden dragon and battle these terrifying odds for them filled them with hope, fervor, and agitation at not being able to do a thing. The Nords started calling to Shor, the Imperials to Akatosh, the Khajiit to Alkosh, and even those who were Daedra worshippers prayed.

But then the shouting began, and a scene of the apocalypse emerged in the world.

The dragons’ shouts would bring storms and summon high tides from the sea, whereas the Dragonborn would shout to create hurricanes and shake the earth. The people felt a great deal of fear, as those who were familiar with the geography of Winterhold knew that beneath it was a hollow earth, and if the earth’s crust got damaged more than it should, a disaster on the level of the Great Collapse of Winterhold would occur.

As the sea became more turbulent, the Dare Fleet was ordered to move and head to Windhelm for resupplies and reinforcement. While Winterhold was strong militarily and economically, all this wealth was scattered across Skyrim and Tamriel to keep the eggs from gathering in one basket. The Fleet would replenish the city’s supplies of food and medicine, as the next few days would be tough, and mercenary war bands would be hired to clear out any remnants of the dragon cult.

The corporate machine of Winterhold proved something unique and downright frightening. The power of a single man may be trivial in the grand scheme of things, but take this power, put it in a corporate grid with the power of insane funds, meticulous planning, and studied strategies, and mortal-kind may even overwhelm fate itself.

Still, all that was needed right now was survival, and it wasn’t that impossible. They could see it as Jon finally felled one of the four dragon heads, and it dissipated to golden energy. With three heads remaining, the fight became easier, and as the other dragons were mostly defeated by the Heroes, Isha threw the Spear of Bitter Mercy to Jon, who was one of the few people that were allowed by the Prince of the Hunt to wield it.

Jon fought bitterly and used all his tricks. He created illusions of himself and used his Inner Dragon to lay waste to Kungosvern’s weird technique, but as the two parties were solely focused on one another, a strange presence started to make itself clear.

Jon was bothered by that presence greatly, whereas Kungosvern became somewhat hasty because of that presence. The dragon started to attack with higher ferociousness and focused less on defence, as if it was trying to rush Jon with brute force. For a second there, it seemed like it was working, but as Jon regained his balance, he launched a devastating attack and took down another head with the Spear of Bitter Mercy.

As two heads were remaining, Kungosvern no longer needed to keep this sort of tactic and switched back to the Dragon and Human forms, who seemed to have recovered most of their vitality in that second-phase mode.

Still, the combat reached an anti-climactic halt as something was felt approaching the city way too fast.

Jon frowned and looked away from Kungosvern, who was also bothered, and it seemed like time was up for this fight. Someone else was making an appearance.

"Shit!"

Jon was quick to realise the identity of the new attacker, and the dragon and human forms of Kungosvern lowered their heads.

And then... day became night.

From the direction of the sun, two large wings blocked the light from reaching the earth and blocked the sky. From that direction, all those who were witnessing the sight of that dragon felt something so dreadful that it shook them to their souls.

Here he was, the Herald of Doom, the Harbinger of the End, the Beast of the Apocalypse.

The World Eater... Alduin!

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