The Nebula Crucible stretched before Azrynn like a shattered jewel. Stars fractured, mana rifts twisted, and the void pulsed with raw power. Her dragons circled her, wings flaring, scales glowing with newfound brilliance. Level thirty-five.
"Finally… a proper playground," she muttered, amber-gold eyes scanning the chaos. "I was beginning to think the universe was shy."
Primordial Fully Awakened
From the heart of the Crucible, the Primordial she had hunted across galaxies emerged, now fully aware of her potential. Its roar split dimensions, claws rending rift after rift.
Azrynn's hand pulsed with endless mana. "Ah… so you know. That's cute. Let's see what happens when I don't hold back."
Her dragons surged forward. Fire erupted, scorching collapsing asteroids. Ice froze rift-spawned monsters midair. Storm tore through void anomalies. Shadow devoured energy attacks, and Light sliced through protective wards.
Every attack, every maneuver, was perfectly synchronized. The Primordial staggered under the onslaught. Level thirty-six.
Crew in the Fray
Her newly assembled crew — warlocks, witches, and rogue mercenaries — followed her lead, striking from multiple dimensions. Vampires attempted to flank, but Azrynn's dragons anticipated every move, countering with lethal precision.
She smirked, voice dripping sarcasm: "Really? You thought a frontal assault would work? How adorable."
Her dragons leveled permanently with her, scales rippling and growing stronger. Their combined energy began to emit a faint golden-black aura — the first signs of SSS-tier power awakening. Level thirty-seven.
Foreshadowing SSS Evolution
The Primordial's attacks intensified, rending galaxies and collapsing rifts. Azrynn felt it — a cosmic resonance unlike anything before, the pulse of SSS-tier evolution calling to her dragons.
She clenched her fist, voice low, deadly, and commanding: "SSS dragons… this is your threshold. Rise."
Fire flared into a nova, Ice shattered dimensional fragments, Storm crackled across the void, Shadow consumed the essence of collapsing stars, and Light burned through time itself. The Primordial roared, staggering, sensing the immense potential she wielded.
Brutal, Cinematic Finale
As the battle raged, Azrynn's dragons began glowing brighter, scales morphing into intricate, godlike patterns. Her crew followed, coordinated, deadly, and loyal.
"Level thirty-seven," she muttered, a deadly grin curling her lips. "SSS-tier… we're closer than you think. And the universe? It's ours for the taking."
The Primordial hesitated for the first time, an acknowledgment of power it had never seen. Azrynn's dragons roared in unison, wings spanning light-years, elemental energies merging into a blinding, multiversal beam.
Even the void seemed to bend to her will.