The moon hung above Little Garden, its silver glow bleeding into the fresh night sky. Dalton stood at the edge of a cliff, wings folded, his gaze fixed not on the land below, but the horizon beyond horizons.
Inside him, the Yu-Gi-Oh spirits stirred. Thousands of voices, thousands of wills,
He spread his wings, crimson fire blazing across his scales. The air shook. Space rippled.
Dalton didn't hesitate. With one beat of his wings, he pierced the veil.
The void between worlds was endless, but Dalton's body blazed like a consolation made of crimson fire. The spirits inside him resonated, guiding him—pulling him toward a place where their nature could take root.
He felt it before he saw it. A world of strong elemental currents. Where contracts with spirits determined status, survival, destiny.
Dalton's eyes gleamed. "Bingo."
He tore through the veil and descended.
The air was different here—dense with elemental energy. Dalton landed in a vast forest, the trees humming faintly as if alive with spirits. The ground itself glowed faintly with power veins, lines of force crisscrossing like circuitry.
Almost immediately, he felt them. Spirits. Countless spirits, flitting through the air in elemental forms—fire wisps, water sprites, wind sylphs. Unlike Little Garden, where are the concept of spirits haven't even formed yet but part of the world itself.
Dalton recognizing the world from a anime. "So this is Blade Dance of the Elementalers."
He closed his eyes, extending his senses. In the distance, he could feel them—maidens contracting with spirits, forming bonds that became blades, wings, familiar's. Rituals of summoning and binding. A system built on the same foundation as his own Duel Monsters cosmology spirits.
"Contractors. Summoners." His voice rumbling. "This world was made for me."
The spirits within him stirred eagerly, their whispers overlapping with the elemental chorus around him. He didn't have to change this world—it was already halfway aligned with Yu-Gi-Oh.
Dalton spread his wings, light crackling along his body.
"Then this will be my first foothold. The base where Yu-Gi-Oh takes root."
He raised his claw, and a cascade of sigils spilled into the forest, forming shapes in the air—dragons, magicians, warriors—all shimmering faintly before dissolving back into him.
And from here, the multiverse would begin to learn the name of the crimson Dragon.