The shattered void burned with raw, chaotic energy. Azrynn hovered at the center of the Eclipsed Crucible, dragons circling her like living suns. Each beat of their wings sent shockwaves across dimensions. Level thirty-eight.
"Finally… time to see what you're really made of," she muttered, amber-gold eyes gleaming. "Let's make history."
The Awakening
Her dragons pulsed with energy, elemental forces resonating in perfect harmony. Fire ignited like supernovas, Ice crystallized galaxies, Storm tore through reality, Shadow swallowed the light of dying stars, and Light burned brighter than collapsing suns.
A pulse erupted from Azrynn, infinite mana flowing through her veins, into the dragons. She felt it — the first true evolution to SSS-tier, scales shimmering with patterns that seemed to carve the very fabric of existence.
"Level thirty-eight," she whispered, voice deadly, sarcastic, yet triumphant. "And now… you're unstoppable."
Primordial Confrontation
From the rift emerged the Primordial she had hunted across dimensions, massive beyond comprehension, eyes blazing with fury. It roared, claws rending space itself, but Azrynn's dragons responded instantly.
SSS-tier abilities activated: Fire erupted in meteoric streams, Ice froze entire clusters of asteroids, Storm tore through rifts, Shadow consumed collapsing energy, Light cut through time distortions. Every strike was synchronized, every dragon fully godlike.
The Primordial staggered, sensing power it could never match.
Crew Coordination
Her loyal crew of witches, warlocks, and rogue mercenaries followed her lead, weaving spells and striking with precision. Vampires attempted to flank, but Azrynn's dragons anticipated and countered each move.
"Really? You're still trying?" Azrynn muttered, sarcasm dripping. "Cute."
Her dragons' permanent evolution made them near-unkillable; their scales now harder than collapsing neutron stars, wings tearing rifts, and tails smashing entire fleets.
Multiverse Impact
The energy from the SSS-tier dragons warped surrounding dimensions. Stars collapsed, rifts expanded, and the very laws of physics bent to their combined will. Azrynn felt it — she was no longer merely a warlock; she was the Elemental Tyrant, feared and revered across galaxies.
"Level thirty-eight," she murmured again, voice low and commanding. "SSS dragons… the multiverse belongs to us."
Her dragons roared, wings spanning light-years, elemental forces merging into a cosmic symphony that echoed across dimensions. Even the Primordial faltered, recognizing their unmatched power.