The Celestial Rift stretched across light-years, fragmented suns spinning in chaotic orbit. Azrynn hovered at its center, dragons circling her like living fortresses. Their scales glimmered with SSS-tier brilliance, wings stirring storms across dimensions. Level forty.
"Finally," she muttered, amber-gold eyes scanning the endless battlefield. "Let's burn, freeze, and shred the multiverse… politely."
Dimensional Conquest Begins
Rifts opened across countless worlds, summoning legions of witches, warlocks, and vampiric mercenaries. Azrynn's crew, now an elite force, coordinated attacks with deadly precision.
Fire erupted, incinerating enemy fleets. Ice crystallized entire continents midair. Storm tore through void anomalies. Shadow devoured collapsing energy. Light sliced through time itself. Every strike leveled her dragons and her crew.
"Seriously, you're still alive?" she taunted, smirking at a rival warlock falling into a lava rift. "Do you get frequent flyer miles for dying this much?"
Betrayals and Dark Magic
Not all allies were loyal. A faction within her ranks betrayed her, attempting to harness her dragons' SSS-tier energy for their own gain. Azrynn's amber-gold eyes narrowed.
"You thought you could steal from me?" she hissed, voice sharp as obsidian. "Cute. Truly. Now watch me erase your ambition."
Her dragons responded, wings forming a protective cage. Fire incinerated traitors, Ice shattered spells, Storm tore their ranks apart, Shadow swallowed the deceitful souls, and Light purged residual corruption.
Primordials Return
Three ancient Primordials, sensing her dominance, converged from multiple dimensions. Their combined might could have leveled galaxies, yet Azrynn's dragons met them with unparalleled coordination.
"Ah, the old gods want a word," she muttered sarcastically. "Sorry, I'm busy rewriting the rulebook."
SSS-tier abilities flared to maximum, reshaping rifts, annihilating enemy constructs, and bending physics. The Primordials roared, staggering under the onslaught, but their cunning made them dangerous.
Foreshadowing Greater SSS Power
The battle's chaos pulsed through the multiverse, hinting at even higher SSS-tier transformations. Azrynn felt it in every fiber of her being: dragons capable of godlike evolution, interdimensional alliances yet to be formed, betrayals yet to crush.
"Level forty," she whispered, her voice both playful and deadly. "SSS dragons… we're just getting started. Every betrayal, every battle… it only makes us stronger."
Her dragons roared in unison, elemental energies converging into a multiverse-shattering torrent. Worlds bent under their power, rifts warped, and enemies faltered.