Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
The moment the final Shard of Origin fused with Crow's soul, the sky cracked open. Not metaphorically—literally. Above them, constellations twisted, the fabric of reality undid itself in a silent scream, and a vortex of pure creation spiraled into existence.
Liana clung to Crow's arm, her seductive grin fading into awe.
Astrid stood behind him, silver eyes narrowed, her hand subtly gripping his cloak.
"You're summoning it," she said. "The Primordial Dragon…"
Crow nodded.
"The Dragon of Time, Space, and Reality. The one that ended the First Cycle."
He raised both hands, channeling every fragment of energy he had: from the Endless Dominion, the Plunder, the Divine Contract, and the raw might of the Shards. The air turned crystalline. Every divine unit he had—Nyx, Sasha, Astraea, Lilith, Nerina, Briony, Seraphis—all stood in awe, watching.
And then it came.
A roar that transcended time.
A presence that warped space.
A body made of galaxies.
The Primordial Dragon descended—Xar'Zenth, Eternity Incarnate. Its wings spread across the horizon, its three eyes pulsing with the energy of entire timelines. Space around it bent inward, stars aging and reversing with each breath it took.
"Who… dares summon me?" it echoed, its voice a chorus across realities.
Crow stepped forward.
"Your master."
For a heartbeat, silence. Then—the dragon bowed.
"Very well… Master of Shards. Keeper of the Nexus Thread. I am yours."
Cheers erupted from the units.
But Astrid didn't cheer. She stepped closer to Crow, looking up at him with a cool gaze.
"You never looked at me that way," she muttered.
Crow blinked.
"What?"
"You looked at that dragon like it was everything you needed. But I'm here. I chose you."
Without warning, she pulled him by the collar, her lips brushing against his. It wasn't Liana's teasing playfulness—it was raw, firm, and real.
"I don't care how many divine beings bow to you," Astrid whispered. "I want you."
The dragon above growled in amusement.
"It seems your dominion is not just over power… but over hearts, too."
Crow didn't respond. He couldn't.
But deep down, something shifted.
And now, with Xar'Zenth under his command, the universe itself began to tremble—because Crow was no longer just a player.
He was the Sovereign Threadwalker.
And reality… was his to rewrite.