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?