Azrynn hovered above the Shattered Expanse, a dimension where entire suns orbited like shattered gemstones, and gravity twisted unpredictably. Her dragons circled her, each scale shimmering brighter, wings wider, tails coiling like living whips. Level thirty-two.
"Looks like the universe decided to get dramatic," she muttered, amber-gold eyes scanning the horizon. "I do love a little chaos before breakfast."
Primordial Convergence
Through a massive rift, the Primordial she had fought before emerged, now accompanied by two more of its kind. Scales glinting with cosmic fire, eyes burning with millennia of rage, they roared in unison, shaking reality itself.
Azrynn's hand glowed with endless mana. "Oh, three at once? I appreciate the effort. But really, one is more than enough."
Her dragons surged, elemental energies flaring. Fire ignited, Ice froze rifts midair, Storm tore through the void, Shadow swallowed attacks, Light burned protective wards. Every strike synchronized perfectly. Level thirty-three.
Rival Crews Join the Chaos
Hulius, Gentian, and several rogue warlock and witch crews arrived via interdimensional rifts. Vampires hovered above, casting dark sigils that twisted reality.
Azrynn's grin turned deadly. "Front-row seats again? You do have excellent taste in entertainment."
Her dragons responded instinctively. Fire, Ice, Storm, Shadow, and Light tore through enemy formations. Each dragon leveled with her, scales rippling with newfound strength. Level thirty-four.
Building Her Crew
From the chaos emerged survivors: witches, rogue warlocks, and interdimensional mercenaries who had witnessed her power firsthand. Azrynn extended an invitation, her voice stern but commanding:
"Survive this battle, and you fight by my side. Fail… and don't worry, my dragons are efficient at cleanup."
Those who joined her crew found themselves bound by loyalty and awe. Her five dragons flared, wings wrapping protectively around the new allies.
Foreshadowing SSS-Tier Evolution
The Primordials recoiled under the combined assault. Azrynn felt it — a pulse resonating through the multiverse, a faint shimmer that hinted at SSS-tier evolution for her dragons.
She smirked, voice low and deadly: "Level thirty-four… SSS dragons, I can feel you. Soon, we'll break the multiverse."
The fox-drake companion darted forward, tails flicking, eyes glowing. Azrynn's dragons roared in unison, wings spread wide, elemental energy flaring like nova explosions.
Even the Primordials seemed to hesitate, sensing the rising tide of power.