The Empire stretches across countless layers of reality, each infused with Kael Veyris' evolving essence.
Dragons soar above, leaving trails of starlight that ripple through space and time.
Virelya's chaos energy weaves new constellations.
Korynthia's moonlight tames storms and nurtures entire forests.
Drakanyra's roars stabilize tectonic shifts and awaken dormant mountains.
Lyra manipulates destiny threads, ensuring every corner of the multiverse aligns with Kael's vision.
Kael walks through the Empire's central nexus a place that exists simultaneously in multiple realities, where rivers flow across dimensions and mountains float above the sky.
Creation does not wait for permission, Kael murmurs.
It obeys only those who can envision it completely. Kael focuses his will on the wilds beyond his Empire:
Dragons evolve new elemental and cosmic forms, their intelligence and power magnified.
Mortals gain subtle enhancements longer lives, sharper minds, and latent potential previously thought impossible.
Entire species emerge from Kael's essence, blending dragon, chaos, and mortal traits in ways that could not have existed naturally.
Even celestial beings are subtly influenced, aligning themselves with his cosmic vision.
Every thread of life every spark of existence recognizes the Progenitor,Kael whispers.Kael does not need war.
He does not need destruction.
Any being weaker than him instinctively aligns with his vision.
Entire worlds stabilize under his presence.
Even gods, Outer entities, and ancient beings pause when they sense his soul extending across realities.
His wives, evolved alongside him, act in harmony:
Virelya shapes chaotic life forms, ensuring their evolution complements Kael's vision.
Korynthia protects the threads of fate and probability in every realm.
Drakanyra integrates dragonkind and mortal life into ecosystems beyond comprehension.
Lyra ensures that destiny flows toward growth, creativity, and balance.
Together, they form a living, breathing network of creation, emanating from Kael's soul.Stars align, rivers shift, and mountains rise across countless realities.
Dragons roar in recognition of their Progenitor.
Mortals build civilizations that feel timeless and divinely inspired.
Gods and Outer entities sense the subtle authority behind every action, acknowledging Kael without question.
Kael rises to the highest point of the Empire.
He looks across his realms, his people, his dragons, his wives, and his daughter Lyra.
This is the future, he says softly.
Not created by force, not claimed by power
But shaped by vision, presence, and the hand of a Progenitor.
A gentle pulse radiates from Kael's soul, touching every corner of existence.
It is not war. It is creation itself living, evolving, unstoppable.
And the multiverse hums quietly in acknowledgment.
Kael Veyris has made his mark.
Not by conquering…
But by being the anchor and the spark of everything weaker than him.