In the vast universe, a meteor was rapidly approaching a planet. Upon entering the atmosphere, the massive meteor began to shrink due to friction, emitting bright lights. The darkness covering the Earth was suddenly illuminated by the meteor's fiery glow.
A sleeping dragon stirred from his slumber, awakened by the noise outside. He emerged from his cave and scanned his surroundings with a tense expression. But when he looked up at the sky; his alertness was not born of fear for the rock itself, it was concern for his wife.
The meteor's target was their cave and his wife was in poor health; she couldn't escape.
They were preparing to breed and she had just formed her egg. For dragons to breed, females need to prepare their eggs in advance because the eggs are produced from their life energy.
After forming the egg, she had lost a tremendous amount of energy. Even if she wanted to escape and sacrifice the egg, it was already too late the meteor was dangerously close.
Karasungur turned his gaze to his mate after confirming the danger in the sky. His voice was calm but commanding, like a mountain speaking before a storm.
"A colossal stone is descending upon us. Stay alert, my love. I shall not be long — I'll destroy it before it reaches us."
Kutbike, lying on her side, her breathing strained, lifted her gaze to meet his. Worry flickered in her eyes, but her voice held warmth and strength, even in pain.
"Be swift… and be safe. I trust your flame more than I trust the sky."
Karasungur spread his magnificent wings and took flight and he soared swiftly toward the meteor.
With a wingspan stretching 360 meters, darkness once again shrouded the cave. His scales, black as the night sky and gleaming like onyx, caught no light. Ebony horns sliced through the air without resistance and his obsidian, eerie eyes mirrored the depth of the abyss.
As if time itself came to a halt with his presence, the grass bent low like worshippers before a divine being and the trees bowed as if standing before their sovereign. Even the meteor seemed to slow down slightly.
Gathering his strength for a powerful attack, the dragon resonated with the sky, which grew darker and darker. The meteor's light was swallowed by the encroaching darkness.
Peace returned to the night but only for a moment.
Karasungur opened his mouth and with his breath, he unleashed the Karasagu—a silent requiem born of void and fury, a flame without warmth, a judgment without mercy.
Heatless black flames burst forth and struck the meteor head-on, tearing through the heavens with apocalyptic force.
A heaven deafening sound erupted and shockwaves rippled through the air along with the black flames. Trees within a 1000-meter radius were uprooted and thrown aside like twigs, their shattered trunks splintering through the air.
Those closest to the flames were not spared even a bit; they were erased from existence by the black fire. The forest was gone. In its place, a vast crater gaped beneath the dark sky.
Even after such a powerful attack...the meteor still remained but its remnants were like an ant compared to its original form and some of those small fragments had fallen into the lake beside the cave, disappearing beneath its surface with barely a ripple. It no longer posed any real threat so the dragon didn't even spare it a glance and quickly returned to the cave.
This wasn't even a challenge for him more like a walk in the park. But with the weight of knowing his wife was in danger, it felt like the hardest battle of his life. After returning to his wife, his heart finally found peace.
Kutbikehad been in quiet turmoil the entire time, her breath shallow with worry. When her mate finally returned, a soft gasp of relief escaped her lips.
She looked up at him gently and asked,
"Are you hurt, my love? Please... tell me you're unharmed."
Karasungur gazed at her intently. After ensuring she was unharmed, a hint of ease softened his expression.
"Worry not for me," he said, his voice calm and composed. "It was a trivial matter. You should rest now. Though I must admit... I am surprised. Even after my strike, it was not utterly destroyed."
He turned his gaze upward, to the darkened sky where faint trails of smoke still lingered like ghostly threads. In the quiet that followed, his thoughts stirred in silence.
'It should've vanished entirely… Perhaps something greater than I imagined is hidden within that stone.'
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The sun was rising, casting its golden light over the vast wilderness and with it, a new day began.
For most creatures of the forest, it was a morning like any other. The rustling of leaves, the quiet hum of insects and the distant calls of birds marked the rhythm of yet another day of survival. But for two ancient dragons, this dawn carried a weight far beyond the mundane—it heralded the culmination of years of preparation, patience and pain.
They were finally ready to breed.
Most dragons bred only once in their lifetime. A rare few, with perhaps more vigor—or simply less restraint—might do so two or even three times. Among their kind, such dragons were often whispered about with a mix of amusement and awe, their names passed along in tales not for their wisdom but for their… appetite.
The female, Kutbike, was anxious and restless. Her massive body trembled with the strain of the burden she carried. Now, near the end, the weight of it pressed upon her like a mountain.
With tense, halting steps, she approached the lake that had sustained her through this trial. The surface shimmered in the early light as her reflection wavered upon it—scales dulled by effort, eyes weary yet steadfast.
Without ceremony, she began to devour as though the lake itself might grant her the strength to endure just a bit longer. Water surged down her throat in heavy gulps, and ripples spread across the surface, disturbing the stillness of morning.
Her mate, Karasungur, stood a short distance away. Tall, imposing, and silent. To those watching from afar, he appeared calm—stone-like, unmoved. But inside him raged a storm of fear and helplessness.
Unlike the firestorms he had faced or the enemies he had torn asunder, this was a battle he could not fight with tooth or flame. All he could do was wait and in that waiting, he trembled more than he would ever admit.
Just a few nights before, the forest had known a different terror. A meteor—fiery, massive, unnatural—had torn through the sky and threatened to obliterate the very land itself.
Its approach had split the heavens, its roar had shaken the mountains and its light had turned night into day. And then, as if the world itself had cried out, black flames had swallowed it whole. What remained was silence and for the creatures of the land, that silence brought a fragile, precious peace.
But that peace was short-lived.
Now, tremors once again pulsed through the earth—not from the skies but from beneath the mountains.
The dragons with every pained roar and shifting of their colossal forms, disturbed the balance the forest had only just begun to reclaim. Birds that had dared return to their nests now scattered once more. Deer fled the lowlands. The rivers grew murky with displaced stones.
For the creatures of the earth, it was as if they had escaped one cataclysm, only to find themselves trembling under the weight of something far older, far greater.
Karasungur and Kutbike—two titans bound by fate—were preparing to bring forth a new life. But their union, magnificent and ancient as it was, could not help but shake the world around them.
After a couple of days, they finally came to a stop and the nearby creatures sighed in relief for them, those days had meant no sleep due to the pained screams and the constant shaking of the ground.