The King of Dragons was a direct descendant of the Dragon God, who vanished millions of years ago.
He was so powerful that not only dragons, but even immortals trembled at the mere mention of his name.
His breath could burn through concepts, souls, and laws alike. With every heartbeat, he shattered innumerable worlds—dimensions infinite in scope, transcending the very notions of space, time, and dimensionality. These worlds were structures that both ended and birthed concepts, while simultaneously existing beyond all concepts themselves.
His primordial roar made existence itself tremble. Even the Demon Realm, which lay outside of existence, shuddered in fear of his voice.
With a single claw, he could rend space-time in half, severing cause from effect. He devoured the souls of the dead, even those that had already been conceptually erased, erasing the erasure itself.
Wherever he went, gravity twisted, dimensions collapsed, and space-time tore itself apart to make way for him.
Within his body dwelled an uncountable infinity of worlds. Each cell contained a story, unique and endless—some worlds vast with countless dimensions each containing uncountably infinite space-times, others mere single realms of their own. In every nanosecond, his body birthed infinite new stories, like an author whose ink was existence itself.
And always, he was shrouded in a strange aura—an endless, burning purple radiance that consumed everything, whether a city or an entire universe.
The last time he was seen, he had risen into the clouds of the world, drowning it in his pure violet flame.
His name was Aurelith, the Eternal Crown.