The colossal battle was over, leaving Raziel and Michael Draven suspended in the ruins of the ascended S-Rank Gate, a cosmic canvas of fractured reality. Raziel, sheathing The Divider, gazed at his defeated adversary, his expression one of profound curiosity.
"Did you enjoy the battle, Michael?" Raziel asked, his voice low and devoid of malice, resonating in the stabilizing void.
He stared at the battered, healing form of the True Dragon. Michael Draven wasn't merely a powerful creature; he was a True Dragon, a foundational cornerstone of cosmic existence. His race commanded entire clusters of solar systems, their dominion unending, their authority absolute. Their pride was not an emotion; it was an inherent aspect of their being, a boundless, ceaseless certainty of superiority.
Yet, here he stood—exhausted, battered, and beaten.
His once obsidian and gold scales were scorched, cracked, and rapidly regrowing over raw, molten wounds. His colossal True Dragon form had reverted to its humanoid semblance, still radiating immense power, but visibly dimmed.
His pride, which spanned countless victories and realms, had been shattered. His ego had been ground to dust by the sheer, unyielding reality of Raziel's infinite nature. He had faced total annihilation—a fate worse than death for a True Dragon.
Any lesser being, having suffered such a comprehensive, existential defeat, would collapse into despair, rage, or self-pity. They would seek refuge in the comfort of their past glory.
Michael Draven did none of those things. He stood there, legs braced on the non-existent floor of the void, refusing the offered rest. His golden-red eyes, though dimmed, were locked onto Raziel's. The remnants of his draconic fire pulsed in his gaze.
There was no hatred, no lingering venom, only a profound, crystalline emotion: Respect.
It was the respect only shown by the eternally strong to the absolutely stronger. It was the acknowledgment of a boundary crossed, a summit reached.
'He fought with one percent. He played with me. He used technique to overcome mass, and infinity to overcome existence. He did not cheat; he simplyis. He is the zenith of the concept of Warfare. To be beaten by him is not a failure; it is an initiation.'
A slow, deliberate breath escaped Draven's lips. He could feel the residual essence of Raziel's healing pulse—the raw, absolute power that had corrected his body, but also redefined his limits.
His eyes held Raziel's steadily, acknowledging the god not as an enemy, but as a peer whose superiority was simply a fundamental truth of the universe. The True Dragon's pride, though broken, was instantly reforged, no longer based on dominion, but on the profound honor of having fought the infinite and survived, even learned from it.
"Yes… I did," Michael replied at last, his voice steady but strained, unable to fully conceal the weight of defeat pressing down on him. His grip tightened, claws flexing as he exhaled slowly. "Still… I would appreciate it if you stopped holding back," he added, forcing a faint, bitter smile.
Raziel's gaze settled on him—calm, ancient, and immeasurably deep.
"If I did not hold back," Raziel said quietly, his voice carrying absolute certainty, "you would already be dead. No—scratch that. You wouldn't even be here, you would have been erased from the very pillars that uphold this reality. Your existence wouldn't even leave an echo."
The air itself seemed to still, as if reality leaned closer to listen.
"So no, Michael," Raziel continued, his tone neither cruel nor boastful, but matter-of-fact, "I cannot give you that."
Then he took a single step forward.
"But I can carry you."
Michael's eyes widened slightly.
"I can guide you. Temper you. Break you and rebuild you," Raziel said, each word falling with the weight of law. "I can help you ascend to that level—the Infinite Primordial True Dragon."
The title alone sent a tremor through Michael's core.
"The pinnacle of all Dragons," Raziel finished, his presence expanding subtly, enough to make the invisible air feel heavy with destiny. "A realm where instinct becomes law, where power is no longer borrowed from bloodlines or heritage—but forged through will."
Silence followed.
Not the silence of defeat.
But the silence of a path being revealed.
Michael expression changed slightly—not in submission, but in acknowledgment. He understood then. Raziel wasn't denying him glory.
He was offering him something far more terrifying.
Transcendence.
Michael's eyes widened in shock, disbelief painted across his face. How could a human possibly know about the levels of Authority and the Draconic Continuum? he thought to himself. Yet he couldn't look away, his gaze fixed on Raziel, wide-eyed, trembling with awe and curiosity.
The Draconic Continuum was divided into five primary levels, each more enigmatic and terrifying than the last.
The 4th Level — The Vaultborne
Draconic constructs forged from collapsed stars and frozen minutes. These were the guardians of forgotten events—beings erased from history yet sustained by paradox itself. They held dominion over memory, mind, will, and forgetfulness. Even their erasure existed as a consequence of their own forgetfulness.(Further details will unfold as the story progresses.)
The 3rd Level — The Hatchling Archives
Newborn draconic offspring, born with ancestral memories preloaded into their consciousness. These dragons serve as learners, watchers, and keepers of minor dimensional rifts. They are stationed at critical points in the cosmos, acting as keys to maintaining stability.
The 2nd Level — The Spiralbound
Dragons who have sacrificed linearity, moving through time non-sequentially. They possess Chronospikes—jagged crystalline spines that anchor their form across realities. They serve as messengers, assassins, and sentinels of memory, ruling the very threads of time itself.
The 1st Level — The Elder Circles
The 12 great dragons who govern fundamental temporal axes: Causality, Repetition, Singularity, Divergence, Entropy, Expansion… Each is an avatar of a unique spatial-temporal law, slumbering within deep void sanctums. They awaken only when timelines fracture, intervening directly in the weave of existence.
The 0th Level — The Royal Line
The descendants of the first dragons, who soared above the first planes of existence, the First Origins of THE VERSE. Among their descendants is Michael Draven, carrying the weight and legacy of this immortal lineage.
Levels of Authority
Dragon — Newly born, birthed from the void.
High Dragon — Centuries-old, possessing the power to obliterate cities.
Celestial Dragon — Dragons etched in inevitability, nobles containing essences of reality itself.
Absolute Dragon — Dragons who have shed immortality and risen above death itself.
True Dragon — Beings whose power stems from the Great Astral Walkers, the very weavers of power and defiance.
Embodiments — Dragons that personify concepts, akin to the Elder Dragons.
Infinite Primordial Dragon Sovereign — A rank so unknown, so incomprehensible, that no one truly knows its scope or limits.
The Origins
There is no information available. it was only appaered in the records of the dragons sealed in the ETHER
"How do you know about us?" Michael asked at last. His voice was steady, but beneath it stirred a storm of emotions—curiosity tangled with fear.If a being like Raziel possessed knowledge of the Draconic Continuum… knowledge reserved for bloodlines older than time itself… then he was no ordinary ally.
For a fleeting moment, the thought surfaced:He could be a threat.
But Michael forced it down. Instinct—ancient and draconic—told him something else. This presence was not hostile. It was… inevitable.
Raziel regarded him calmly.
"You don't need to know that," Raziel said, his voice low and unwavering. "But know this—I am your ally."
He stepped forward, the space between them seeming to fold in on itself, not through force, but through intent.
"And I will be your first friend in this world," Raziel continued. "Not because of your blood. Not because of your lineage. But because of your pride and lust for battle."
Raziel extended his hand.
"Accept my hand, Michael."
Michael looked down at it—calm, steady, unshaken. Then he met Raziel's gaze. Those black‑red eyes, layered with infinite rings, reflected not domination… but certainty.
Michael decided "i will follow you my first friend"
A faint smile curved Raziel's lips.
In that moment, Michael understood.
This was not a pact of servitude.Not a contract of power.
It was the beginning of something far rarer.
A bond forged by choice.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, lonely little boy.][You have formed a bond with a True Dragon — a descendant of an Origin.]
Raziel did not react.
[Likeability: 57%]
[Likeability has exceeded the minimum threshold.][Would you like to designate Michael Draven — True Dragon — as an AGENT?]
"Yes."
Raziel answered internally without hesitation, ignoring the system's unnecessary mockery entirely. His gaze never left Michael's eyes—black-red rings within silver depths, calm, ancient, and utterly unreadable.
For a heartbeat, the world held its breath.
[AGENT CONTRACT INITIALIZING…][Verifying lineage… True Dragon confirmed.][Verifying Authority compatibility… PASSED.][Verifying Origin resonance… PARTIAL — ACCEPTABLE.]
Michael stiffened.
He felt it then.
Not pain.Not domination.
But something far more terrifying.
Recognition.
A pressure settled into his soul—not crushing, not overwhelming—but absolute, as if a higher order of existence had acknowledged him and decided he was worth keeping.
Golden draconic sigils ignited across Michael's chest and spine, spiraling like ancient constellations carved into flesh and spirit alike. His heartbeat thundered, each pulse echoing with something old—older than bloodlines, older than the Continuum itself.
[Ding!]
[Agent Designation Successful.]
[Agent: Michael Draven][Race: True Dragon — Royal Line][Status: Bound][Loyalty Clause: WILL-BASED][Growth Limiter: NONE]
["MICHAEL YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED AN AUTHORITY BY RAZIEL"]
[Authority: ⟁ DRACONIC AXIS — IMPERIAL CONTINUUM ⟁][Classification: TRUE DRAGON AUTHORITY | ROYAL LINE][Status: ACTIVE · BOUND TO WILL · NON-ABSOLUTE]
[Description:][Michael Draven gains sovereign dominion over the Draconic Continuum, allowing him to command, anchor, and overwrite draconic laws within a defined existential range. His existence becomes a fixed axis around which lesser dragons, draconic constructs, and dragon-derived concepts naturally align.]
He is no longer merely within the Continuum—he is one of its reference points.
[Authority Effects:]
[Imperial Command — All dragons below Celestial Dragon rank instinctively recognize Michael as royalty. Resistance is possible only through superior Authority or Origin-tier intervention.]
[Continuum Anchoring — Michael cannot be erased, displaced, or retroactively undone by temporal or causal manipulation so long as the Draconic Continuum exists.]
[Axis of Lineage — Draconic bloodlines stabilize and evolve in Michael's presence. Mutation becomes refinement; chaos becomes hierarchy.]
[Chrono-Draconic Resonance — Partial control over temporal flow as it relates to dragons (aging, regression, acceleration, ancestral recall).]
[Royal Override (Sealed) — Ability to overwrite a draconic being's Authority for a single absolute command.][Seal Condition: Infinite Primordial Dragon Sovereign OR Origin Acknowledgment]
[Authority Limitation:][This Authority does not grant supremacy over non-draconic entities.However, any being that carries draconic essence—no matter how diluted—falls under its shadow.]
Michael inhaled sharply.
He could feel it—an invisible thread stretching into the infinite, not pulling him, not chaining him, but connecting him to something immeasurably vast.
Raziel.
Not a master.
Not a tyrant.
But a pillar.
"You are not my servant," Raziel said calmly, finally speaking aloud. His voice carried no command, no force—only certainty. "You are my agent because you chose to stand before me instead of kneeling."
Michael swallowed.
"And if I betray you?" he asked quietly.
Raziel's lips curved into the faintest smile.
"Then you will fall," he said simply. "Not because I will strike you down—but because [THE GREAT SYSTEM] WILL REWRITE YOUR WHOLE RACE."
Silence followed.
Then Michael lowered his head—not in submission, but in acknowledgment.
"…I understand," he said.
[Agent Privileges Unlocked:]• [Shared growth resonance• Accelerated Authority refinement• Partial access to Origin-layer insight (SEALED)• Survival override when operating under Raziel's domain]
[Warning:]Agent has the potential to ascend beyond True Dragon classification.
The system paused.
[Interesting.]
[VERY INTERESTING]