Erend hadn't really thought about it before this deeply.
Anout the weight he'd been carrying all this time as the wielder of the Dragonborn power.
He never asked for this and never chased it at the beginning. But once the system chose him, he just… went along. It gave him missions and directions. Always toward saving someone, protecting something.
First it was his own kind, then the Elves, then the Great Calamity, then Laston and his army, and even the threats beyond his own world. The Chaos God, the corrupted Dragonborn that had become the Great Calamity. Each battle, each crisis, always came to him.
And every time that happened, he answered that and go.
He had not once questioned it even once. It was always just the next task, the next enemy, and the next world to save.
Then somewhere along the way, he'd stopped noticing the toll on his body and psychic. The pain in his body, the exhaustion, and the numbness of it all.
