[: 3rd POV :]
Inside one of the Domains manifested by Daniel, there stood 3 Apostles that serves under the Sovereign of Black Dragon.
And the only one stood in front of them was none other than Dragon Empress, Sylthara Drakori.
If there was a ranking for which Rulers were the strongest, she would definitely be the 2nd Strongest.
Yet unlike the demon Royal family or the dwarf royal family, she was alone.
And it’s because she’s that confident.
The Domain itself trembled under her presence.
The areas that were surrounded by the domain buckled, rivers boiled, and the air thickened with the scent of ozone and scorched earth.
Vitaria, Asteria, and Ertia,three Apostles of the Sovereign of Black Dragon, stood in tense formation, but even as they braced themselves, an unmistakable dread curled in their chests.
Vitaria’s lips twisted in a derisive smirk, though her eyes betrayed her unease.
"A mortal dragon dares to face us?" She sneered.
Her hand sparked with faint lightning, but the Domain suppressed it.
"Even if our Blessings, Laws, and Authorities are sealed by this... cursed domain, you cannot match us."
Asteria’s posture was rigid with confidence.
"We are Apostles! The Sovereign entrusted us with powers beyond your feeble comprehension. Stand aside, or perish."
Her voice carried an arrogance forged through centuries of divine authority.
"Perish? Shouldn’t I be the one to say that to the 3 of you...?" Sylthara replied with a raised eyebrow.
There was no fear in her expression, there was only contempt.
And of course, even with her gaze alone, it offended the 3 Apostles.
Ertia slammed his claw into the stone beneath him, and the ground cracked.
"You dare insult us? I will grind your bones to dust!"
Sylthara’s gaze, however, did not waver.
She spread her wings with deliberate slowness, and a shiver ran through the Domain as if reality itself bowed before her.
Her eyes glimmered like molten gold and piercing sapphire simultaneously, and the silence she commanded was suffocating.
The Apostles, for the first time in their lives, felt truly insignificant.
"The Sovereign of Black Dragon may have granted you power," Sylthara said, her voice echoing like rolling thunder, "but that power ends here. I am Sylthara Drakori, the Dragon Empress. And I am absolute."
[: Class: Celestial Dragon: Ruler of Skies :]
The world itself bent beneath her aura.
Celestial Light unfurled behind her, coiling endlessly into the form of a serpentine dragon of unimaginable scale.
Stars shimmered and twisted in her wake as if the cosmos recognized her dominion.
The Apostles staggered as the sheer weight of her presence pressed down upon them.
[: Trait: Divine Brilliance: Radiance of Supremacy :]
Sacred flames erupted across her body, a corona of brilliance that dissolved shadows and pierced even the strongest illusions.
Her radiance commanded obedience, bending the wills of mortals, demons, and immortals alike.
Every instinct within the Apostles screamed that they were no longer fighting, they were barely alive in her gaze.
Vitaria’s knuckles whitened around her weapon, attempting to summon strength.
"This... cannot be. We are Apostles!"
Asteria’s fists balled, sparks of suppressed flame licking around them.
"Even stripped of our power, we cannot fail!"
Ertia’s voice quavered.
"A mortal dragon... alone... yet radiating the weight of a true dragon?"
The Apostles were full of denial. They couldnt even accept the fact that a being like Daniel so abnormal exist in this unranked planet, yet now, a mere dragon had an aura that could suppress their bloodline.
This was not even a joke for them.
This wasn’t even a surprise.
But rather, denial.
They who had endured thousands or even hundreds of thousands years just to get where they are now had discovered a mere mortal was born with such unbelievable power.
This was nothing but a mockery towards their existence.
[: Bloodline: Heir of Tiamat’s Flame: Legacy of True Dragon :]
From the sky behind Sylthara, five colossal dragon heads erupted: red fire, blue lightning, black void, golden sun, and emerald life.
They coiled and writhed in the air, their roars resonating through the fabric of reality.
Each head breathed its elemental essence in a subtle, threatening rhythm, a warning that even their combined attacks would be meaningless.
Vitaria’s eyes widened.
"Five... dragons?!"
Asteria took a step back.
"This cannot be! Their combined magnitude..."
[: Physique: Immortal Wyrm Body: Scales of the Infernal Apex :]
Sylthara’s body expanded, her scales glowing with the heat of molten stars.
Wings spanned continents, claws sharp enough to tear through the very dimensions.
Her presence made the Apostles’ hearts falter.
Even if they had not been stripped of power, facing this titan would have been their undoing.
Ertia, desperate, lunged forward.
"Then we shall end you before—"
[: Maw Devourer :]
A black rift tore open beneath him, attempting to swallow Sylthara whole.
Shadows twisted and coalesced into jagged fangs aimed at her titanic form.
Sylthara’s wings beat once, twice, and the shockwave alone disintegrated the void.
She lifted her Draconic Sceptre of the Worldfire.
[: Soul Weapon: Draconic Sceptre of the Worldfire; Flame of End :]
[: Worldfire Cleaver :]
A sweep of molten crystal fire bisected the void maw, scattering it into cosmic dust.
Ertia was hurled backward, his body impacting the jagged terrain with an earth-shaking tremor.
Vitaria and Asteria hesitated, the scale of their miscalculation dawning.
"Impossible...!" Vitaria gasped, struggling to maintain composure.
Asteria’s flames surged desperately.
[: Cataclysm Ring :]
A ring of searing light expanded, attempting to engulf Sylthara in destructive flames.
[: :Bahamut’s Wrath: Cataclysm of the Dragon God :]
Sylthara’s roar rang out, deafening and absolute.
Mountains fractured, rivers boiled, and the Domain itself screamed.
Flames from her aura collided with Asteria’s inferno, vaporizing the attack before it even reached her scales.
Ertia tried again, calling upon her ability
[: Spiral Collapse :]
It was a last attempt to manipulate the Domain’s void into a weapon.
The black vortex twisted violently, sucking at reality itself.
Sylthara moved only slightly, raising a single claw.
[: Tiamat’s Judgment :]
The claw descended in a sweep, and the vortex imploded upon itself, unmaking it utterly.
Ertia’s scream was cut short as he was hurled into a nearby chasm, the ground cracking under the impact.
Vitaria’s hands quivered.
[: Stormwrath Obliteration :]
Bolts of lightning formed a lattice of electric fury, crackling with suppressed Authority.
She unleashed them toward Sylthara.
Sylthara’s wings beat not only once, but twice
[: Innate: Bahamut’s Wrath: Cataclysm of the Dragon God :]
And eventually, the lightning chains disintegrated mid-air, evaporating into sparks.
Asteria roared in frustration. "We cannot... be—"
Sylthara’s aura flared brighter.
[: Soul Weapon: Draconic Sceptre of the Worldfire: Flame of End :]
She raised the sceptre high, five draconic heads in the sky coiling and roaring in perfect unison.
[: Draconic Convergence :]
A torrent of elemental fury descended in a single, unified pillar: red fire, blue lightning, black void, golden sun, and emerald life twisted into a hurricane of destruction.
The Apostles attempted desperate maneuvers, summoning residual Authority to shield themselves, but the Domain itself forbade it.
Their skills faltered mid-flight.
Their Mana sputtered.
Their strength unraveled.
"Existence itself bends to me," Sylthara intoned, voice like a chorus of worlds shattering.
"Your power was never yours to wield. You are insects crawling across the Domain of the true dragon."
[: Celestial Worldfire Execution :]
The Draconic Sceptre slammed downward.
A column of flame, void, lightning, sunlight, and life descended simultaneously.
The raw force of it tore through all defenses. Vitaria, Asteria, and Ertia screamed, their last coordinated attack swallowed whole.
"No....."
Every shred of Authority, every remnant of Blessing, every attempt at survival disintegrated.
Reality warped as the three Apostles were obliterated in one flawless strike.
Their forms were unmade; not a single piece of them remained.
Their screams echoed only briefly before being consumed by the overwhelming roar of Bahamut’s wrath.
The Domain shook violently as Sylthara hovered, wings unfurled, sceptre glowing.
Ash and embers swirled around her, yet no trace of the Apostles lingered.
The ground bore only the scars of the cataclysmic judgment that had just occurred.
"I am the Dragon Empress," she said softly, almost reverently.
Her wings beat once, stirring tempests that bent continents.
"The apex, the sovereign, the eternal flame. Let this be a lesson: none may challenge the heir of the Dragon Empress and survive."
The skies calmed gradually, yet the stars remained twisted in celestial constellations behind her, a reminder of the cataclysm that had unfolded.
The Domain was cleansed.
The Apostles’ arrogance, their power, and their very existence had been erased with a single, calculated motion.
She lowered her sceptre, surveying the battlefield.
Even alone, her dominance was undeniable. Where the Demon King, the Dwarf King, and other rulers had relied on allies, she had demonstrated that raw, unchallenged supremacy needed no companions.
With a single beat of her wings, she ascended above the ruins of the Domain, leaving silence, awe, and the absolute memory of annihilation in her wake.
The Dragon Empress had spoken and a certain being listened with interest.
"Interesting" In a far distance were thousands of worlds exploded with just a blink of its eye, a certain being watched with a smile.