The Green Prophet's voice faded into silence, leaving only the echo of gods and grudges drifting through the icy wind.
Rayder stood motionless for a long while, eyes distant. The tale had confirmed what he already suspected — that both deities were locked in an eternal war:
one seeking the annihilation of all life,
the other, the preservation of it at any cost.
Neither side was righteous. Both were desperate.
Rayder finally exhaled, his breath turning to mist.
> "Two gods, one graveyard," he muttered. "I won't kneel to either."
He flicked his hand dismissively.
"Leave."
The Green Prophet bowed once — relief flickering in his spectral eyes — and vanished, retreating as swiftly as a shadow fleeing dawn.
---
Rayder turned to face the ranks of wights standing silently in the snow — the remnants of his own dark experiments.
They stared at him with empty, ice-blue eyes, bound by his will, yet soulless.
For a brief moment, he hesitated. Then his decision hardened.
Two streams of fire erupted from his palms, merging into a blinding inferno that swept through the ranks.
The wights collapsed wordlessly — not screaming, but sighing, as if released. Within moments, they were nothing but drifting ash on the wind.
Rayder's body tensed. He could feel it — a faint surge of power flowing back into him. His magic had grown stronger again.
He frowned.
> "So even purification feeds the system now…"
Opening his system panel, he scanned his status — calm, balanced, no instability. But instinct warned him that balance was fragile.
Still, he felt good. Strong. Awake.
And ready.
---
He reached into his storage space and withdrew the Night King's severed arm.
The sight alone made the air grow colder. The blackened flesh glimmered faintly with residual frost, and even in death, it radiated a sovereign chill.
Rayder studied it quietly, then encased the arm in layers of ice magic, freezing it solid. The air crackled with frost.
The transformation began.
Under his precise control, the ice condensed, reshaped, and fused — until at last, the severed arm reformed into a Mystic Ice Spear.
It gleamed with deadly beauty — clear as glass, sharp enough to pierce gods.
Rayder weighed it in his hand, his expression unreadable.
> "Not yet," he murmured. "Your master's strength is too wild. I'll master my own before I wield yours."
He stored the spear away, sealing the Night King's power within frost and silence.
---
He opened his system interface.
Energy Points: 12,571.
A rare smile crossed his face. The trip into the Land of Eternal Winter had been worth it.
Now, it was time to ascend.
He glanced at his dragons resting nearby — Black Dragon Im, Ghidorah, and the mighty Red Dragon Yigen.
Of the three, Yigen had always been the most ferocious, but also the most limited — a creature of pure fire, bound by its bloodline.
Rayder's eyes gleamed.
> "Then let's change that."
---
He found a location on the map — an isolated peak near the Fist of the First Men, surrounded by sheer cliffs and eternal winds.
"The perfect place," he murmured. "High, hidden, and untouchable."
Mounting Yigen's back, he commanded the dragon to fly.
The ascent was brutal — snowstorms howled, winds tore at them like invisible blades. Yet Yigen climbed higher, roaring defiance against the heavens.
When they finally landed on the summit, Rayder gazed over the world below — a sea of white stretching endlessly to the horizon.
> "A god's workshop," he said softly. "Let's begin."
He set up his camp quickly — a tent, a circle of protective runes, and a wide, flat area in the center.
Then, taking a deep breath, he accessed the system and selected his experiment:
Implant: Titan Bloodline — Target: Red Dragon Yigen
Cost: 10,000 Energy Points
Confirm?
He confirmed without hesitation.
---
A surge of divine energy exploded from the system — golden light wrapped around Yigen's massive frame, seeping into every scale, every bone.
The dragon let out a deafening roar that shook the mountain.
Its crimson scales glowed white-hot, then began to melt. The air trembled under the heat.
Through their telepathic bond, Rayder could feel the pain.
It was unbearable — like every cell in Yigen's body was being unmade and reforged.
The dragon thrashed violently, flames erupting from its maw in wild torrents.
"Hold on!" Rayder shouted, though he knew Yigen couldn't hear.
He and Ghidorah retreated to a safe distance as the transformation raged.
The mountain peak became a sea of fire. Ice turned to vapor. Rocks cracked and ran molten.
For half an hour, the storm of heat continued — then slowly, the flames dimmed.
Yigen collapsed, the sound echoing like thunder.
Steam billowed around its vast form. The once-red scales now gleamed with a metallic sheen, harder and thicker than before.
Two massive forelimbs had formed where there were none before — and beneath the layers of molten heat, a new creature was being born.
A Titan Dragon.
---
Rayder watched silently, awe mixing with exhaustion.
The air around Yigen shimmered like a desert mirage, and the temperature climbed high enough to melt the snow for miles.
The white tundra turned into rivers of steaming water, cascading down the cliffs in glowing streams.
When the heat finally subsided, Yigen lay motionless — vast, majestic, and still radiating power.
Rayder approached slowly, his heart hammering.
He opened the system panel.
[Name: Yigen (+)]
[Race: Titan Dragon]
[Age: 213 years (213 ~ ∞)]
[Length: 160 meters]
[Wingspan: 510 meters]
[Status: Comatose]
Rayder's breath caught.
> "You did it," he whispered. "You actually did it."
He reached out, touching the dragon's blazing scales. They were warm — alive.
For the first time in ages, Rayder smiled without darkness.
Above them, the clouds parted, and sunlight pierced through the cold, illuminating the Titan Dragon's colossal form.
It was as if the world itself bowed
in recognition.
---
Rayder looked skyward, his voice low, carried by the wind.
> "Cold God. Red God. Watch closely."
He clenched his fist.
> "Your war ends with me."
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