The Mountains was silent, scorched by old sins. Charred ruins spread for miles, and the air shimmered with faint black embers — remnants of the day the world burned, and inhospitable for ordinary mortal beings.
A sound broke the silence — the soft chime of coins.
From the horizon, a figure approached, golden dust swirling in his wake. Pluto, God of Wealth, walked with the calm arrogance of one who owned everything he saw. Space itself bent subtly around him; time slowed to admire his presence.
At the heart of the vale, a great shadow stirred. Scales of night unfolded like shifting armor, and from within the darkness came eyes of molten amber.
Teleftaia Mera, the Dragon of Last Days, rose. Each breath she took warped the air, dripping with traces of her eternal fire — the Athanatos Flame.
She was a being uninterested in the affairs of mortals — she went decades without being noticed, so to the other Greater Dragons on earth, until one faithful day… where she unintentionally showed her devastating power for all to see — she rained choas upon an unfortunate nation, destroying everything in the space of just two nights — it was one of the darkest days in mankind history.
That disaster went on to be known by humans as THE BLACK DAY, and also earning the Greater Dragon the nickname of TELEFTAIA MERA or also known as THE DRAGON OF LAST DAYS.
Twenty years had passed since the Black Day — the day the skies burned and the Island nation of Terys vanished beneath black flames.
To the old ones, it was memory.
To the young, it was myth.
Parents whispered tales of the Dragon of Last Days, Teleftaia Mera, to frighten restless children.
"Be good," they'd say… "or the Dragon of the Black Flame will wake again."
But laughter always followed — the mocking laughter of a generation that had never seen the sky turn to ash.
The world had moved on.
Kingdoms rebuilt.
Faiths changed.
Only the land itself remembered.
Deep within the ruined Mountains where the Island Nation of Terys once stood, a once powerful island nation, now goes by the name of Mist: The Island of Fiery Mountains — No kingdom dared rebuild here, for it became inhospitable cause of the black flames that plunged the land… but the main reason being, it became the Territory of the Calamity Dragon herself…
The ground still smoldered faintly — even after two decades — the ground still bled faint heat. The shadows still moved when the wind died. And if one listened long enough, the earth sometimes breathed.
Pluto, walked through the silence, the air rippled around him as space folded gently to his will, reality itself bowing in reverence.
"What a sight — so Perfect. Forgotten by the world… yet rich with history. A vault of power, sealed in ash." His eyes, molten gold, flicked to the horizon.
And far beneath the earth, something ancient stirred.
A tremor.
A heartbeat.
A whisper of black flame.
Teleftaia Mera was waking.
A low rumble rolled beneath the valley — ancient, deep, like the heartbeat of the world.
The scorched earth split open, releasing veins of molten light. Shadows bent. The wind hissed through broken spires, carrying the scent of old fire.
Then came the sound — a breath so vast it shook the mountains.
She had awakened.
From beneath the blackened rock rose a figure of titanic grace, her scales darker than night, her eyes glowing like molten gold trapped beneath glass. The Dragon of Last Days unfurled her wings, each beat scattering embers of eternal flame.
Teleftaia Mera had returned to a world that no longer believed she existed.
Her voice rolled through the valley, cold and weary but edged with fury… "Who dares walk upon my grave?"
Pluto smiled faintly, his golden cloak shifting with the shimmer of reality itself. The air around him rippled — time slowing, sound dimming — as if the world itself dared not interrupt… "Forgive my intrusion. I only wished to see if the stories were true."
Her gaze narrowed surprised at what she was seeing, but fire still igniting behind her eyes "how is a mortal here?… this gounds are cursed by my flames, You should not be able to stand before me…. Are you one of those fools that chases myths at the cost of your own life?"
"Oh, I assure you… I am no mortal. I am Pluto — the benevolent god of Wealth — And myths, my dear dragon, are merely truths that outlived their witnesses." Pluto responded, oozing in utmost confidence, as he stepped forward, the ground gleaming gold beneath his feet.
Reality shimmered around him — like the world was struggling to decide if he truly stood there or not… "You are Teleftaia Mera, aren't you? The Dragon of Last Days. Destroyer of the Island Nation of Terys."
She let out a sound between a growl and a sigh… "That name… is a curse the world chained to me. I destroyed nothing that wasn't already broken."
Her claws scraped the earth, sparks of black flame scattering into the wind…. "Leave. The dead need no company."
But Pluto didn't move. Instead, he looked up at her towering form, and with that quiet, dangerous smile that only he could wear, said:…"You speak like one who's been blamed for someone else's sin."
Her head tilted slightly — curious despite herself… "What would you know of sin, god of wealth?"
He raised a hand — and the air shimmered. For a heartbeat, the valley transformed:
Mountains of treasure surrounded them. The ashes of Terys became golden cities. Dragons soared above crystal skies.
"What trick is this?" Meta exclaimed in utter surprise
"Not a trick. A memory rewritten." His voice was calm, hypnotic... "I can make the world forget what it saw that day. I can make you forget too — the screams, the chains, the voice that bent your will."
The illusion faltered; black flame flared from her chest.
"You know nothing of what I endured!" Mera responded, fighting the urge of falling for the words of Pluto.
"Oh, but I do." His eyes flashed….
"Someone broke you, Mera. Someone made you burn. You don't have to remember who — I can unmake that pain." He dawned a very devious smile, cause he knew who did that to her, but was keeping it to himself.
For a moment — just a moment — her fury cracked. Beneath the divine rage and draconic pride flickered something fragile: sorrow.
Then it was gone.
She roared, and the Athanatos Flame burst forth, splitting the sky in two.
The heavens burned black.
Pluto vanished, space folding around him like silk. When he reappeared, he stood upon her snout, calm amid chaos.
"Beautiful." He said, with a charming smile.
"Arrogant fool!"… She thrashed — but the air rippled. Her flame froze midstream, reality bending under Pluto's will.
His voice was a whisper carried through eternity.
"Time is wealth, Mera. And right now… I own it." … Golden chains of condensed space wrapped around her wings, her limbs, her neck. She struggled, but the world itself refused to move.
"Release me!" She screamed in anger
"Not until you understand. You are not my enemy. You are my investment" … He extended his hand. Her body convulsed, light surging through her scales. The god's aura flared — bright enough to blind.
And as her soul energy collapsed, her massive form shimmered — condensing, shrinking — until she fell to her knees in human shape, her breath shallow, her hair like black silk laced with gold.
"You… think you can own me?" She said, in a weakened tone
"Own you?" His smirk softened into something almost tender…. "No, my dear dragon. I intend to make you divine."
And as the last of the Athanatos Flame flickered out, the God of Wealth reached down, brushed a strand of hair from her face, and whispered — "Rest. You've destroyed enough. Now, let's create."
Pluto whom was still laughing at that moment, basking in his victory barely notice Mera in her human from, giving one last attack — by the time he did it was just too close, he was only able to barely move out of the way but still the flame managed to hit his right arm…
"ahhh, damn you stupid dragon, you hit me, it hurts aargh, you'll pay for this" said Pluto with anger, and losing his composure for the very first time — he lifted his left arm and punched her unconscious.
"oh, I guess I might have over done it a little, wasn't planning on hurting my future queen — sigh oh well, she should see it as a complement, I had to go that far to beat her" he cracked a smile that morphed into laugher...
"oh, my arm is still on fire — this flames are as formidable as ever, I see why it has the power to kill gods — guess losing an arm is a fair price to pay for going up against the calamity dragon in her territory" said Pluto, in a monologue.
Pluto then proceeded to ripping off his arm affected by Athanatos flame, then with his time casting abilities he push back time on just himself bringing back his arm from the past in just seconds.
"ah there we go — good as new, now time to clam my price and begin the new age of the gods, or should I say the new age of the one and only god" said Pluto evilly while walking back towards Mera — The world folded in light and gold, as Pluto disappeared with Mera in other to commence the ritual of forbidden fusion.
Meanwhile, earth was in a huge bloody mess, with several kingdoms already destroyed and a lot of people dying.
and in all this mess there still stood three powerful and huge kingdoms, who are in a stalemate cause of the power, influence and size of their nations — they are known as the three powers of the world, the KINGDOM of KOSUKE, the UNIFIED NATION of WARMARK and the HOLY KINGDOM of RIGHTEOUS — these three powerful kingdoms were locked in a three way with no one getting an advantage or openings to advance, because of that fact, it brought the long world war to a temporary stop.