This is the start of the New Arc! Its a interesting start that you guys won't expect!
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Within the multiverse's vast hierarchy of power, dragons stand among the apex factions whose influence rivals that of immortals, mages, machines, monsters, giants, elementals, spirits, fey, undead, celestials, infernals,monsters, and other great orders of existence. They are not merely beasts within the cosmic ecosystem; they are sovereign powers, recognized and feared across realities.
They exist alongside other mythological creatures born of legend, instinct, symbolism, and primal imagination. These beings populate the multiverse as extensions of the collective imagination often emerging wherever life and consciousness intersect with myth.
Dragons are the undisputed apex predators in the multiverse ecosystem. To encounter a dragon is to confront a being that knows it is superior, not through arrogance, but through existential truth. Dragons do not question their right to exist at the top of the food chain, the natural order of the cosmos; they embody it. Their dominance is instinctively understood by lesser creatures, many of whom follow dragons not through love or duty but fear.
Across realities, their forms may differ; winged or serpentine, metallic or spectral, biological or star-forged but their essence remains unmistakable. Dragons are beings of domination, incarnations of supremacy refined through eons of evolution, conflict, and adaptation. They are what remains when all inefficiencies have been burned away.
They evolve across worlds and eras, manifesting as elemental tyrants, cosmic leviathans, bio-engineered nightmares, or ancient-forged constructs. Each dragon lineage reflects the environment that birthed it, making dragons one of the most diverse yet unified factions in the multiverse.
Politically, dragons operate neutrally, valuing autonomy above all else. Dragons rarely form lasting alliances, standing empires, or centralized hierarchies. They rule through territorial dominance, lineage, and presence rather than bureaucracy or law. A dragon does not need to govern a world to control it; its existence alone is sufficient deterrent.
Yet neutrality does not imply passivity; dragons act decisively when their interests, hoards, or territories are threatened, often reshaping entire worlds or fracturing civilizations to assert their supremacy.
At the heart of dragon supremacy lies longevity and power. Dragons outlive civilizations, observe the rise and fall of factions, and plan accordingly. Their hoards are not merely treasure, but strategic assets; genetic archives of extinct beasts, captured stars, relics of fallen great beings, and eggs that may one day birth world-ending successors.
In the eternal struggle between the great factions of the multiverse, dragons embody the rule of life itself: predatory, adaptive, and absolute. As long as worlds give rise to creatures, dragons will reign; watching, waiting, and reminding all other powers that they are all part of the food chain beneath them.
The Primeval Universe, where life had clawed and thundered from the dawn of time it was a jungle of primeval savagery. Towering ferns and colossal trees stretched into an emerald sky, where the first light of strange suns barely pierced the canopy. In this universe, the dinosaurs were no mere creatures; they were sovereigns, creatures whose very existence seemed to challenge the cosmos itself. But then dragons came and conquered vast swats of this universe for themselves, claiming its ancient worlds as their dominion.
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Now, the rebellion that had simmered in secret for millennials erupted like a supernova. Across countless sectors of the universe, dinosaurs had risen. Herds clashed with garrisons of dragons, volcanic fortresses were stormed, and skyborne battles lit entire systems like fireworks. The dragon peaks felt the tremor; portals linking worlds pulsed with warning, the fabric of reality quivering at the resurgence of the long-oppressed.
Among the dragons summoned to suppress this rebellion on this world, the young Karma dragon was notable not only for its rank that of a Dragon Champion but for its lineage. An immortal descendant.
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The battlefield was unlike any ordinary war. Valleys and forests the size of continents shuddered under the charge of triceratops legions. Skyborne raptors and pterosaurs scythed through clouds where dragons with scales like metal and of different colors met them mid-flight. Below, the dinosaurs stirred. Herds of triceratops stomped across the plains, their horns like jagged mountains. Packs of velociraptors, eyes aflame with rebellion, skittered along cliff edges. Tyrannosaurs roared into the storm, their voices shaking the valleys, defying the natural order.
Rivers of lava flowed from erupting volcanoes, carving trenches where titanic tyrannosaurs lunged and dragons dodged with thunderous grace. Every strike of fang or claw, every beat of wing, every surge of fire, lightning, or energy rippled across the world, shaking nearby stars.
It was clear this would not be a mere rebellious outbreak. The dinosaurs had learned, adapted, and for reasons unknown, now fought as a singular, relentless force. Mountains themselves seemed to lean forward, as if the world watched with bated breath.
The first encounter of fangs and claws against claws and flame was horrific in its simplicity. Tyrannosaurs tore at armored scales with teeth like obsidian blades. Raptors leapt and pierced wings with bone-shattering precision. Dragons answered in kind with fire, lightning, and wind shaping into storms of destruction. Clashes shook the valleys, leaving craters where forests once stood.
And in the eye of this maelstrom was the young karma dragon. Lightning and judgment danced around it as it wove through the battlefield, striking down the most dangerous foes first; dinosaurs whose size and cunning rivaled that of small mountains. Each strike carried not just force, but balance; karma demanded that those who had wronged the order, whether knowingly or not, face consequences.
Yet even as the dragon fought, it realized that the rebellion was greater than expected. Every victory revealed the scale of the rebellion: more dinosaurs emerged, their numbers staggering, their fury undiminished.
The dinosaurs were coordinated. Leaders emerged from among them; primeval tyrants of cunning raptors who seemed to anticipate the dragon's every movement. One enormous Therizinosaur, scales blackened with soot and marked with streaks of red war paint, met the dragon mid-air with a roar that shook the clouds.
From the cliffs above, pterosaurs swooped, their screeches signaling flank attacks. Herds of stegosaurs formed living barricades, horns locked in formation, while spiked tails swung like war hammers. Even the rivers moved with intent as crocodilian monstrosities leaping forth to ambush dragons striking from above. It was a symphony of chaos, a war in which the earth itself was both weapon and witness.
For from the north came a tremor that shook mountains to their roots. A monstrous three headed tyrannosaur, massive beyond reckoning, surged through the ranks. Scars and battle marks told of countless previous confrontations with dragons yet a formidable and young karma dragon stood against it.
The beast's roar was a declaration of war, an echo of primeval fury that resonated in every canyon and valley. The sky darkened as if nature itself recognized a battle that could reshape the world.
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"Despot, long have we been under your draconian claws," the head on the right spoke. Its voice cracked and dry, like an elderly matron who had watched civilizations rise only to burn. "Long have our skies been stolen, our worlds made into your lairs."
The central head bared its teeth, saliva hissing as it struck the scorched ground. "Now," it growled, "it is time we shake ourselves free!"
Karmic threads slowly begin to unspool from the Karma Dragon. Its scales shimmered with the invisible weight of consequence. "You mistake balance for cruelty," the dragon answered, its voice reverberating across the battlefield. "The Primeval Universe devoured itself before we came. We gave it order."
The left head laughed, a deep, rumbling sound like tectonic plates grinding. "Then let it devour itself again."
The tyrannosaur charged. The collision was catastrophic. The dragon met the beast head-on, karmic fire detonating upon impact. Mountains split apart. Lava geysers erupted as the ground buckled beneath titanic force. Shockwaves tore outward, flattening forests and hurling lesser creatures, dragon and dinosaur alike into the sky like debris.
The three heads struck in concert. One clamped onto the dragon's wing, tearing membranes and bone. Another snapped for its throat. The third unleashed a roar so dense with primal force that time itself seemed to falter, the air fracturing like glass.
The Karma Dragon screamed not in fear, but in defiance. Judgment erupted from him. Its breath was not flame alone but karma incarnate, a radiant torrent that burned through fate as much as flesh. The heads shrieked as ancient violence recoiled upon it, scars reopening, memories of slaughter and submission igniting like wounds of the soul. The heads crumpled, reduced to ash.
The tyrannosaur convulsed as judgment consumed it from within. Its titanic body collapsed, striking the earth with a force that sent tremors across the entire world. Silence followed. Across the battlefield, dinosaurs froze. Dragons hovered, stunned. Volcanoes quieted. The sky lightened, as if the world itself exhaled.
The Karma Dragon remained aloft but barely. Its wings trembled, one nearly torn away. Cracks ran through its scales, leaking light and blood. Its aura flickered, unstable, and its breaths came slow and ragged. It had won.
A victory cry rose from the dragon ranks. Then a presence behind it. A dragon of alabaster scales descended soundlessly, its wings folding with deliberate calm. Its eyes were cold and empty. For a moment his instincts thought it was an enemy but he saw it was kin.
"The world is secured now. This uprising is not as simple as it seemed."
The dragon that appeared remarked, "You were not supposed to live. It seems like I must rectify this." The Karma Dragon turned too slowly thanks to its wounds. A breath of void; black, cold, and sharpened with intent pierced straight through its chest. The karmic aura shattered. The young dragon gasped, claws spasming as the light in its eyes dimmed.
The champion reeled in the air, wings faltering, blood and light spilling downward like falling stars. The battlefield below seemed impossibly distant now, the world tilting as gravity reclaimed him.
The alabaster dragon watched without emotion. The Karma Dragon fell. He struck the broken plateau with a sound like a mountain collapsing. Stone vaporized. Lava surged. The impact carved a crater so deep that magma light illuminated its walls like a wound in the planet's flesh. The young dragon lay at its center, body broken, wings twisted, scales shattered beyond repair. His breath came once… then stopped.
Without further ado, the dragon turned to the army gathered ready to make sure this mess was wiped clean. Then he felt the karma crying out. Deep within the shattered chest, where the void had extinguished his heart, something stirred, one last powerful ability.
Karma, accumulated across a lifetime, ignited all at once. The crater trembled. Lava recoiled. The void's corruption cracked and peeled away as if rejected by reality itself.
The alabaster dragon took a step back. "No," it whispered as it rushed down to put a stop to this.
The Karma Dragon's body began to dissolve. Slowly it unravelled like a yarn. Scales turned to light. Bone to memory. Blood to glowing motes that spiraled upward. In moments, the corpse was gone.
The ultimate ability combo of the Karma dragon had been triggered. Its final ace up its sleeve. Karmic Resurrection. Rebirth but with a terrible cost
The alabaster dragon landed hard at the crater's edge, talons cracking glassed stone. For the first time, its expression fractured with uncertainty.
Across the Primeval Universe, deep in the jungles where colossal trees braided together like living mountains, ancient dinosaur sovereigns stirred from slumber. Creatures who had survived the first dragon invasion. Who remembered the sky darkening with wings and fire. Who had bowed…not willingly, but because extinction had been the only alternative. Now, those eyes opened.
In the abyssal seas of the Primeval Universe, leviathan saurian forms coiled and uncoiled, sensing the karmic surge ripple through tectonic plates and ocean trenches. In volcanic caverns beneath continents, armored behemoths carved in obsidian shook off millennia of stillness.
The dragons felt it. In the Dragon Peaks alarm sigils ignited. Portals flared erratically, refusing stable coordinates. Reality, long disciplined under draconic rule, began to resist.
Across the Primeval Universe, the dinosaurs moved with new purpose. Across communication lattices, panic bled through disciplined voices. Champions fell. Elder dragons vanished in coordinated ambushes. Entire sectors went dark. The dinosaurs were rising up.
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Noxiris fled. Space folded inward around his wounded form as he tore himself free from the battlefield, collapsing distance like brittle glass. The corpse-world vanished behind him, swallowed by probability distortions as he tore through layers of it.
Each beat of his wings was labored now, uneven. The arrogance that had once carried him like a crown had been burned away, scorched by correction and force.
Zytherion. The name echoed inside him like a wound that refused to close. He had thought himself beyond lineage, beyond origin. Void-born. Undefeatable. A dragon without any equals. A lie.
The memory gnawed at him as he fled: the calm voice, the way his attack had simply… ceased to have happened. The way outcomes had been stripped from existence as if they were clerical errors. And worse than that the truth. 'You exist because I failed once.'
Noxiris screamed into the void, the sound collapsing into silence before it could travel. Rage tried to rise again, but it fractured against exhaustion, against something deeper and more corrosive. Grief.
He did not know how long he flew. Time meant little to him. But eventually, even Void Dragons reached limits. His wounds bled entropy. His essence leaked into the dark like ink into water. And beneath all of it, under the rage and pain there was something else. A pull.
At first, he thought it was a hallucination. The mind clawing for structure as it unraveled. But the pull persisted, subtle yet undeniable, tugging at the core of his being. A call which was not too loud or urgent. Ancient. It did not command. It invited. Noxiris followed.
The pull led him beyond mapped areas of the Nest, beyond the outer reaches, into a region of the nest no longer claimed by any hatchling. There was nothing of worth here, most of the biomes here were picked to nothing so they fell to the way side.
Then he saw it. A head, ancient and withered like a wrinkled nut. It sat there with empty hollow eyes with no flesh left of it but he knew what he was looking at… a piece of an Immortal dragon. Noxiris slowed, hovering before it, wings trembling. It was still massive even if it was just a part of the long dead dragon, kilometers of old bones with dust and decay covering it.
Realization stirred in him. This head had been moving somehow on its own drifting through the ages. Even if there was nothing left to it, young dragons would have killed to be here just as much or even more for the Dragon Emperor corpse.
For some reason it only showed up for him. That should have been the warning sign for him, but not all the arrogance had been beaten out of him. He landed upon its old half broken horn. The surface was warm. That alone made his breath catch. He entered from the massive empty eye socket, it felt as if he was entering a great endless abyss.
The deeper he went, the less the geometry made sense. Bone softened into something like crystallized intention. Corridors curved into themselves. Gravity forgot which direction it preferred. The void leaking from his wounds was swallowed instantly, absorbed by the walls as if even nothingness was merely another ingredient here.
The pull grew stronger. At last, the passage opened. Noxiris emerged into a vast spherical chamber that defied scale. It was both cavernous and intimate, the walls shimmered faintly, layered with translucent strata.
At the very center floated an egg. It was immense. The egg glowed with a muted reddish-gold light. The moment Noxiris saw it, his void recoiled. Not in fear but in recognition. The egg also pulsed sensing something familiar.
The shell cracked. A fracture split across the egg's surface, glowing white-hot. Energy bled out, not explosive, but deliberate, like a wound reopening by choice. The chamber trembled, strata peeling away as dormant thoughts awakened.
Another crack. Then another. The egg began to open. Light poured forth and the shell fell away in pieces that dissolved before they could hit the floor. From within, something uncoiled. Something which had been in this Nest long ago.
First came claws; golden-black talons etched with sigils of judgment, each mark a ledger entry of debt unpaid. Then wings, massive and radiant, membranes threaded with glowing lines like karmic circuitry. Scales followed, overlapping plates of crimson and gold, each one reflecting outcomes of every decision.
Finally, the head emerged. Eyes opened. They burned with the memory of a life cut short. The Karma Dragon muttered to himself in annoyance, "There goes my rebirth. I won't be able to resurrect until I reach Elder!"
Noxiris hovered, frozen mid-air, he just witness the birth of another rival right before his eyes as if one was not enough getting puppeted by the old dragon that stole him from his clutch.
The Karma Dragon's gaze locked onto him. The pupils narrowed as recognition snapped into place like a guillotine blade. "You," he growled, the word vibrating with judgment and remembered pain. "killed me."
Noxiris looked confused under what he was on about but sensing a fight was about to unfold he prepared himself. He already lost one, he wasn't going to lose another. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
The Karma Dragon's wings snapped open. The chamber brightened violently as karmic light surged forth. He moved.
There was no warning roar, no dramatic charge. Karma did not announce itself it arrived. The space between them compressed as consequence snapped forward, a talon strike carrying not just force but inevitability.
Noxiris twisted aside, space folding obediently around him. The talons passed through where he had been, carving glowing scars into the chamber that pulsed with unresolved proof. The void retaliated. A wave of nothingness tore outward, erasing light, sound, and several layers of the chamber.
And within the hollow skull of a dead immortal dragon, two dragons crashed.
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Author Note: That is where things will end for now. Back to mc and what he is doing!