Smoke filled the sky. The sun hung low, dim, reddened like a perpetual twilight, as shadows lay long across the earth. The skies were choked with the black discharge of the fires still burning from the destruction of the Imperial City. Screams still echoed, a scene repeated across the face of the Blessed Isle. And from that madness of flame and black smoke, a shadow escaped, racing away toward the heart of the Isle, the heart of Creation itself.
Mount Meru.
The earth cracked under the meters thick claw tips, immeasurable weight pressing down on the surface dirt and soil. Wisps of black shadow flickered off the blacker than black scales as the great beast allowed a cold laugh to escape his serpentine lips. He stretched his length, tens of miles long, rising upright on two legs as his front left claws gripped together.
The earth rumbled. His clutch tightened as he stared at the impossibly high mountain, teeth glinting as the ground shook and groaned in response to his pull on it. Cracks in the earth began to open under his rear feet, hissing flames escaping from the deep as if the world screamed in protest.
"Oh, sweet Sister, Gaia." His voice caused a tremor in the air itself, ethereal yet present everywhere. "You trusted so much in the Gods we made, to protect you after you betrayed us. The tragedy you wrote for us was exquisite, without compare. And for that, I will in turn tell a tragedy for you...as I tear your bleeding heart out."
A scream filled the air as the mountain trembled, collapsing shrines and tearing the surrounding roads from the force of the quakes. The Ebon Dragon hissed his glee through his teeth, lifting his clenched claws to force the mountain to tear apart. He was
Primordial, a founding concept of the cosmos, defining the very existence of tragedy. Now free, nothing would resist him.
Yet the mountain did. It shook. It cracked. But it refused to give way. The Dragon snarled now in anger, his claws sparking as they touched again. Yet the mountain again refused him. The heart of Creation denied
him. The Isle was
his to command or decimate as he saw fit. The mountain should have torn itself apart, given him entry to the heart of Creation and let him replace it with a heart of his own making. What being could now deny him in futile defiance?
"Touch
my mountain again, you overgrown shriveled impotence, and you'll wish you had joined your dead siblings to begin with."
A surprised snort escaped his nostrils. The massive obsidian serpentine lowered himself slowly before curling about in the air as his immenseness shrank in upon itself to see the massive projection of essence staring him down with infuriated green eyes, alabaster skin framed by the red hair which flowed around her face like fire.
This was unexpected.
"Come reaffirm yourself to your lord and rightful emperor, sweet little wy-"
Blazing heat and pain rippled through the great serpentine's jouten form. Even as he slammed into the ground, pushed by the raging beam of raw elemental essence into the steppes of the mountain, the Dragon tried to retaliate, only for blue-white cracks of lightning to tear through the air, crackling and wrapping through his shadow scaled length.
And for a moment...he
laughed.
There was a flash that could be seen across Creation, a quake that reached to the four Poles and beyond into the Wyld. A cry could be heard, a voice that was unfamiliar with such pain and fear in any sense. A voice that echoed even to the deepest abyss of the Underworld.
The smoke still stained the skies...but even though the sun was dim...the world seemed to be a bit brighter again.
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