Eccar slammed into the black mountain, his body cutting through jagged rock before coming to an abrupt halt. The impact left a crater in the dark stone, sending shards and dust cascading around him.
He groaned then rising slowly as he pressed a hand to his face, feeling the warmth of blood trickling from a small wound on his cheek.
His eyes narrowed as he rubbed his jaw. The punch wasn't just stronger, it was something else entirely. It carried a force that resonated beyond mere physical strength, like a ripple of divine power. The power that probably as strong as his.
He wiped the blood with the back of his hand and staring at the smear for a moment before his thoughts turned to Krevak's words.
"My god wants to say their greetings to you."
Eccar's mind raced.
"What did he mean by that?"
Did Krevak truly know he was a Dragonborn? And what kind of god was he talking about? Was this just a ruse or was there something far larger at play?
