Mot unfurled from his coil upon the obsidian peak, the chill of the Khaos realm searing even through his draconic hide. The atmosphere buzzed with a charged intensity - a haunting reminder of the storm that had engulfed Poseidon and caught Kyn in its grasp. It was the chaos that had drawn him here, unexpectedly, from a sun-soaked part of the human realm. A disquieting stillness enveloped the cavern, a stark contrast to their typical spar-laden sessions. Khaos's voice echoed, profound as an abyss, "Poseidon's fury... an unexpected spark." The twisting being transformed, taking on a hideous yet awe-inspiring appearance that could only be its authentic self - a cosmic terror cloaked in dusk and darkness.
"In this moment, Mot, the lesson goes beyond just fighting. A recreation of the Leviathan, crafted from Abyssal threads, has slithered into the greek pantheon. Artificial... Fascinating... And a trial Kyn must confront. "
Khaos locked his obsidian gaze on Mot, "Listen closely: prepare him to be both a wielder and a hunter." This creature is unlike any he has faced before, and mere whispers won't be enough. You, in your true guise, shall be his mirror and his master."
Mot uncoiled further, a low rumble vibrating through the cavern, morphing into a towering dragon of obsidian scales and eyes that glowed with molten gold. The air itself recoiled as he regarded the nascent chaos within Kyn, a flicker he could barely contain yet undeniably powerful. "A leviathan...born of Norse shadows in this Grecian mire? A world more intricate, and older, than I perceived. Very well, Khaos. This dragon shall lend his fangs to temper the fledgling's blade."
Turning towards Kyn, whose fear was a dull thrum against the overwhelming presence of Mot's draconic might, the serpent-dragon boomed, "Kneel, whelp. At this moment, I am not your guide; I am your apex predator. Learn to stalk the heart of a cosmic beast, lest you be consumed by its own." Kyn looked upon this impossible sight, a celestial dragon where his earthbound guide once stood, and a primal understanding dawned: This was no ordinary training. It was a plunge into the essence of chaos, a crucible shaped by the flames of lost deities. His heart raced with the weight of impending dread, yet a flicker of desire ignited within him—the urge to transcend, to break free from his earthly limitations, a yearning stoked by the murmurs of the presence both inside and around him.
Five minutes Earlier.
The weight of Beth's confession clung to Kyn like a strange and heady blend of elation and unease. It had been an off-kilter evening at sea court: first the tempestuous Poseidon, his fury a churning whirlpool in the depths before him, then Beth's whispered admission of affection, a tremor amidst the storm. Now, he was sandwiched uncomfortably between Jasmine's knowing amusement and Flora's impish glee as they made their way through labyrinthine corridors of coral and pearl. He could practically feel their shared inside-joke humming in the air – Jasmine's ethereal hand ever so slightly intertwined with his, a silent beacon against the strangeness of it all.
A flustered sea nymph, her fancy dress shimmering like opalescent. "Lord Kyn, Lady Jasmine, and Lady Flora, this way to your respective chambers. The High Oracle himself has prepared lodgings." With a demure curtsy and an ethereal shimmer, Beth vanished, leaving the trio alone amidst the fading sea-song of courtiers and the whispering kelp forests that carpeted these celestial halls.
Jasmine's melodic laughter tinkled like seashells chiming. "Leave it to our dear 'father' to make even room assignments feel dramatic. Don't mind us, guide Lord Kyn, his the one who needs to rest." She shot Flora a conspiratorial glance. The two dissolved into animated whispers, their spectral forms flickering as if about to drift off on currents of shared secrets – Poseidon's temper tantrums and the intricate dance of celestial politics. Kyn, both relieved and out of place, found himself alone for a heart-beat before the specter of responsibility settled back upon him. He'd have much preferred the hushed solitude of his room, but duty called a trial perhaps? A wave of weary affection washed over him at the thought of Beth already nestled in her own sanctuary, 'Cant a man get his revenge in peace, now she's involved'.
He followed the guide's directions, the passage becoming strangely still, devoid of the usual spectral hum that vibrated through these celestial halls. He reached a grand obsidian door, its surface etched with spiraling glyphs unlike any oceanic symbols he'd encountered before. A chill pricked his skin, and a disquieting pressure settled upon his chest as if the very air itself was thickening, compressing. The weight of an unseen gaze bore down, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He placed his hand on the obsidian, a tremor of unease dancing along its surface before the world dissolved in a kaleidoscope of fractured light and spiraling chaos.
One moment it was the opalescent gleam of celestial coral, the next, jagged obsidian canyons clawed at a bruised sky choked with nebulae. Kyn stumbled, his chamber vanished, replaced by the alien expanse of the Khaos realm—a place where dimensions bled together and the laws of reality felt like frayed threads. He'd thought himself walking into his sanctuary; instead, he'd been thrust headfirst into oblivion itself. 'Back to training it seems'. It was a breach in the fabric of existence, a passage conjured by an unseen hand - an unwelcome baptism into the heart of the chaos. Before him stood Mot, with his gruesome speech.
'' Why in the world are you now a dragon, and whats with the high and mighty speech" Kyn said walking towards the weapon bench. He'd already gotten accustomed to the worlds way of throwing him off, at this point in life he had conditioned himself to just ride the wave the circumstances thrown at him.
Mot noticing the fool had yet to come to the realization of the situation at hand couldnt help but laugh before charging up his breath, " Dont say I didn't warn you" came the last line followed by a red hot blast aimed straight at Kyns direction.