Draco burst into existence with a crack of thunder that split the skies of Dragon Raja's Earth. His colossal frame shimmered — crystal, storm, and silver fire woven together — before before pulling all of that into himself.
But even suppressed, the effect rippled instantly across the world.
Every dragon — hidden deep in oceans, sealed in seals, watching from the skies — froze as if their hearts had been seized. From the weakest dragon spawn to the mighty Dragon Kings, they all felt it:
A pressure heavier than their authority.
Their bloodlines screamed submission.
Some roared in defiance, others crouched in terror, but all of them — all of them — knew something beyond their hierarchy had entered the world.
Draco narrowed his twin-colored eyes, watching storm clouds roll in as the atmosphere itself bent under his aura.
"…That… felt good," he muttered, almost sheepishly. "But I think I just bullied every dragon on this planet."
The familiar crystalline screen shimmered in front of him.
Draco focused. "Yeah, seriously. I thought I was supposed to be the of their survival instinct. Why don't I feel… complete?"
[Query detected: "What can I do as the Draconic Will?"]
The system's reply was calm, patient.
[At present, you do not represent the totality of dragonkind. You are the vessel — but not yet the embodiment.]
[Currently, you represent only yourself.]
Draco blinked. "…So I'm just me? Not the collective instinct of all dragons?"
[Correct.]
He frowned, claws tapping the ground, sparks hissing between them. "Then how do I get there? How do I become the full Draconic Will — the very concept of dragons?"
The void-like letters pulsed.
[Two paths exist.]
[First: Earn the recognition of the majority of dragons in a world. Their acknowledgment will merge their instincts into you.]
[Second: Subjugate the strongest dragons of the world. Their submission carries the weight of their kin.]
[Through either path, you will ascend — piece by piece — until you embody all dragons.]
Draco let out a low, rumbling laugh, crystal horns glinting as lightning arced across his wings.
"So I either play nice and get them to acknowledge me… or beat the hell out of the strongest until they kneel."
His grin widened, sharp and feral.
"…Sounds fun."