Light pressed against the void until it shattered like glass. Draco felt himself pulled through — not into a body, but into a phenomenon. His existence writhed, reshaped, reconstructed.
His body is long and sinuous, with a blend of Western draconic bulk and serpentine fluidity. His scales looked like crystals that contain the storm themselves inside. He possesses four colossal wings The upper pair, vast and made of storm themselves The lower pair made of crystal reflecting the light.
His head A crown of curved, storm-scorched horns arcs back from his skull, tipped with violet crystal. His maw open with the little bit of silver fire escaping it his Eyes one golden-sun eye one violet-crystal eye. His tail Long and bladed at the end, shimmering with jagged crystalline growths that hum with energy, doubling as a weapon.
His bones burned like molten gold. His veins crystallized into glimmering channels of translucent sapphire.
[Initialization complete.]
[Species: Pure-blooded Dragon.]
[Resultant Foundation: Fusion of Paarthurnax, Placidusax, Seath.]
And then it began.
From Paarthurnax, came the Voice: the eternal wisdom of the dov, the authority to shape the world through words, the Thu'um resounding in every breath.
From Placidusax, came the Storm: scales carrying the majesty of the Ancient Dragonlord, dominion over lightning, winds, and timeless rule.
From Seath, came the Crystal: the forbidden knowledge of the scaleless betrayer, veins filled with shimmering madness, the alchemy of immortality through crystalized flesh.
The three became one.
Thunder cracked across his wings, lightning running like rivers through the black sky. Every breath he exhaled warped reality, runes of power spilling forth. His body glittered with scales that reflected infinite possibilities, each one a shard of an entire cosmos.
[Status: Awakened.]
[Designation: Pure-blooded Dragon.]
[Nature: A Self-Contained being. Infinite Evolution Active.]
Draco opened his eyes.
Twin suns burned in his sockets — one storm-gold, one crystal-violet. His roar tore across Little Garden, shaking the boundaries of countless communities, resonating with myth and power.
Somewhere, a dragon bearing a world on its body traveling in the space between universes froze and looked toward little garden.
"...This is insane," Draco muttered, voice rumbling like an earthquake and echoing across the stars. "I'm a dragon."
And Little Garden would never be the same.