Dalton landed in a barren canyon, his claws digging into stone. The silence was broken only by the wind and the faint hum of power in his chest.
"Alright," he muttered, flexing his wings. "Time to see what I can actually do."
The Power of a Dragon
He started with the obvious.
One sweep of his tail shattered a cliffside, rock tumbling down in an avalanche. A single beat of his wings sent gales howling through the canyon, carving trenches into the earth.
Dalton dug his claws into the ground. With a twist, the stone cracked like glass, the canyon floor splitting apart and he instinctively knew that his body was equal to a world.
Then he inhaled. Heat coiled in his chest, golden sigils burning across his scales. He exhaled — and a torrent of fire roared forth, so hot it melted stone into glowing rivers. The entire gorge shuddered under the assault.
Dalton smirked, folding his wings. "Yeah. Definitely dragon."
But that was only half of it.
The Duelist's cosmology
Closing his eyes, Dalton reached inward. At once, the canyon around him flickered into something vast and infinite. A sky of glowing cards stretched out before him, each one pulsing with the presence of a spirit.
Dragons. Magicians. Warriors. Machines. Angels. Demons. All waiting. All alive.
He reached toward one.
Light flared. The mighty Red-Eyes Black Dragon materialized, wings unfurling as it landed with a roar. Another thought, and the Dark Magician appeared beside it, staff glowing faintly.
Dalton grinned. "Not just one… as many as I want."
The spirits dissolved back into him, their warmth lingering. But the cosmos inside him pulsed again, showing him more — not just spirits, but laws.
Fusion — unity and creation.
Ritual — sacrifice and transcendence.
Synchro — harmony and timing.
Xyz — order drawn from chaos.
Pendulum — balance of extremes.
Link — connections binding all.
They weren't just summoning mechanics. They were cosmic principles, waiting for him to wield them.
He also feels that he has the Genesis authority for the Yu-Gi-Oh worldview:duels, spirits, archetypes, and the endless evolution of monsters spells and traps.
Dalton opened his eyes, the canyon coming back into focus. The ground was scarred by fire, the air still shaking from the wings of dragons past.
He let out a low laugh.
"Strength of a pure-blooded dragon. And the entire Duel Monsters cosmology at my command."
His claws clenched, golden light flickering along his scales.
"…Yeah. I think I'll manage."