Light pressed against the void until it shattered like glass. Draco felt himself pulled through — not into a body, but into a phenomenon. His existence writhed, reshaped, reconstructed.
His bones burned like molten gold. His veins crystallized into glimmering channels of translucent sapphire. Wings of black and storm-bright silver unfurled across eternity. His scales shifted with every thought — some shimmering like crystal prisms, others blackened with storm-fire, others carved with runes older than speech.
[Initialization complete.]
[Species: Pure-blooded Dragon.]
[Resultant Foundation: Fusion of Paarthurnax, Placidusax, Seath.]
And then it began.
From Paarthurnax, came the Voice: the eternal wisdom of the dov, the authority to shape the world through words, the Thu'um resounding in every breath.
From Placidusax, came the Storm: scales carrying the majesty of the Ancient Dragonlord, dominion over lightning, winds, and timeless rule.
From Seath, came the Crystal: the forbidden knowledge of the scaleless betrayer, veins filled with shimmering madness, the alchemy of immortality through crystalized flesh.
The three became one.
Thunder cracked across his wings, lightning running like rivers through the black sky. Every breath he exhaled warped reality, runes of power spilling forth. His body glittered with scales that reflected infinite possibilities, each one a shard of an entire cosmos.
[Status: Awakened.]
[Designation: Pure-blooded Dragon.]
[Nature: A Self-Contained Universe. Infinite Evolution Active.]
Draco opened his eyes.
Twin suns burned in his sockets — one storm-gold, one crystal-violet. His roar tore across Little Garden, shaking the boundaries of countless communities, resonating with myth and power.
Somewhere, ancient beings froze. Gods, demons, and star-spirits alike turned their gaze skyward. A new cosmology had been born in Little Garden, unbidden and without warning.
"...This is insane," Draco muttered, voice rumbling like an earthquake and echoing across the stars. "I'm a dragon."
And Little Garden would never be the same.