With a single step, the Elder appeared before the mysterious figure. His eyes glowed a blinding white, piercing through to the figure's true body.
The Elder smiled faintly, then pressed a single finger against the figure's chest.
Reality itself began to shift. Countless scattered particles gathered together, weaving themselves back into form. Worlds that had been destroyed were restored, their original states returning as if they had never fallen.
The mysterious figure's body, too, began to break down into particles, his form unraveling before their eyes.
Kyle watched, fury rising within him. His prey was being taken from him, stitched back into something beyond his reach.
The Elder's voice carried the weight of eternity as he unleashed the Power of True Beginning. A true force that restored all things to their first state. It was creation in its purest form, the reset to the very start.
But this was not simple restoration.
The Elder invoked the Reverse True Beginning, unraveling the mysterious figure back to the moment of his first existence. He was being erased not from the present, not from the future, but from the very start of his being.
And so, the mysterious figure began to vanish from the beginning of time itself.
Before the mysterious figure's fragments could vanish completely, Kyle smirked, his voice sharp with defiance.
"Fuck the rules. This guy is mine and no one dares to stop me, not even you, Elder. In the first place, I never liked you anyway."
Kyle unleashed a devastating surge of black, piercing flame. Unlike his previous attacks, this fire carried something far more terrifying. pure destruction beyond restoration. The very moment it touched anything, it did not merely burn or erase; it forced existence into its beginning's parallel destruction phase, a state where no cycle of rebirth or recreation could reach.
The black flame tore forward, crashing into the Elder. The radiant force of "True Beginning" faltered, and the mysterious figure's fragments, once dissolving into nothing. halted their vanishing. Slowly, impossibly, they began to reform, pulled back together by Kyle's rebellion against the natural order.
The Elder extended her hand, halting the surge of pure destruction before it could consume everything. With an effortless wave, the shattered fragments of creation bent to her will, and the broken reality was restored once again to its present form.
Yet the Elder could not complete the Reverse Beginning Spell. Her white robe, which had long concealed her form, began to dissolve thread by thread. Beneath the falling cloth, her true face was revealed. A girl with flowing snow-white hair and eyes that shifted into a glowing golden hue, the living symbol of light itself.
Without hesitation, the Elder cast the mysterious figure into an infinite void, a prison beyond all reach. But when she turned back to face Kyle, her golden eyes no longer carried calmness or restraint. They burned with fury.
The Elder's voice thundered across the void, her anger unmasked for the first time.
Kyle looked at the Elder and casually picked his nose.
"You started it. You took my prey away when I was just toying with him. It's your fault for stepping into my business, isn't it… Elder Arche herself?"
At the Head Room of the Organization, panic spread like wildfire. The atmosphere grew heavy as the news echoed. One of the leaders shouted in despair,
"Oh my old days, why did that bastard Kyle disrespect the Elder? Our time has come to an end!"
Another slammed his fist against the table.
"If it isn't for that stupid dragon Kyle, we wouldn't be facing such a serious problem!"
Soon, all of the heads were trash-talking Kyle relentlessly, their voices clashing, echoing with fear and resentment.
"Silence, you fools."
The words cut through the chaos like a blade. The entire chamber froze. Everyone knew that voice. Their eyes instinctively turned toward the lower throne, where a single figure sat with overwhelming authority.
It was The Great Dragon, the very first Dragon ever to be born into existence. She who could form countless other dragons with her divine skill of creation.
Wearing a long, modern suit that radiated elegance and authority, she crossed her legs and spoke with a commanding tone that allowed no resistance.
"You naive head-dragons. Before any of you even joined this organization, I had already ventured across countless worlds, searching for those worthy enough to support the cause I created. For millions of light years, I found no one."
Her golden eyes narrowed, memories of blood and fire flashing across them.
"Then came the battle between me and the Great Primordial. I was dominating at first. But that coward summoned allies. the Great Wyvern and the Great Celestial. With their combined strength, I began to falter. Piece by piece, I was torn apart. I lost many of my body parts… and for the first time, I accepted the possibility of death."
Her voice deepened with reverence as she leaned forward on her throne.
"But then… Arche appeared. Elder Arche herself. With a single strike, she erased the Great Wyrm and the Celestial like they were dust in the wind."
The chamber fell completely silent, the weight of her words pressing on every soul present.
The Great Dragon's voice softened, her words echoing like thunder in the chamber.
"After witnessing Arche's true power, I realized… she was even greater than me. I wanted her to join my association, but that girl rejected me outright."
The heads froze in disbelief. Murmurs spread until one of them dared to speak:
"Then why? Why did Elder Arche join the organization at all? She is not the type to change her mind once she refuses."
The Great Dragon's gaze shifted upward. Slowly, everyone followed her eyes to the highest throne, glowing faintly with divine light.
"That day," she continued, "it wasn't one Elder who revealed themselves. It was two."
The silence broke like glass.
"A powerful blow, blacker than the void, came from nowhere and annihilated the Great Primordial. That flame… belonged to none other than Kyle himself."
A ripple of fear ran through the heads. The Great Dragon let the weight of her words linger.
"I was shocked. Both Arche and Kyle were dragons… yet neither were created by me."
Her memory replayed vividly before them.
"That day, Kyle appeared in front of me. His eyes caught sight of my tail. He laughed, full of reckless excitement, and said: 'That tail… aren't you the Great Dragon?'
'Yes, I am,' I answered. 'But how do you know?'
With a grin carved across his face, Kyle replied: 'Actually, my sister wants to meet you. If she wants it, then I'll make it happen. I'll also join your organization, if you let her in too. That stupid dragon Arche doesn't want to join anyway. Leave her.'"
Before the words could settle, a sharp slap cracked across the void, sending Kyle tumbling through the chamber.
Arche stepped forward, her expression deadly serious.
"Forget the no. It's yes. I'll join your organization. If I leave that fool unchecked, he'll burn the whole world down. But…" her voice hardened like steel, "make me the highest role. I'll take no orders from anyone."
And so, on that day, the two Elders of the organization were born.
None of the heads dared speak. Their hearts pounded with the pressure of the revelation, until one finally whispered, trembling:
"But, Creator… why is there only one throne?"
The Great Dragon's eyes gleamed. With a single gesture, she unveiled the truth.
"There were always two seats from the beginning. One shrouded in light. The Elder Arche's seat. And the other, concealed in shadows so deep not even gods could perceive it, the Elder Kyle's seat."
A darkness stirred in the far corner of the chamber. At last, the hidden throne emerged, forged from pure abyss.
"And understand this," the Great Dragon added coldly, "the only reason a human is even allowed within our ranks… is because Kyle himself rewrote the rules of this organization."
Every head lowered instantly, lips sealed, bodies trembling as they bowed for forgiveness. The weight of **two Elders: Arche and Kyle name**pressed down upon their souls like a mountain.