The sky over Draconis roared with energy.
Atop the highest tower of the Dragon Palace, a blinding surge of light and lightning cracked the clouds in half. The winds screamed, and the earth below trembled. Courtiers, soldiers, and royal mages stared upward, shielding their eyes.
In the heart of it all stood Kai Dragon—now a young man of twenty-one. His silver-scaled armor shimmered, a royal cape billowing behind him. His golden eyes blazed like twin suns. His hand crackled with coiled lightning, wrapped in spiraling water.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he released it.
"Electricity Water Bolt."
A glowing blue-and-white spiral surged forward, exploding into the air in a radiant sphere. The energy didn't fade—it devoured. It unraveled the defensive enchantments placed on the tower and dissolved even the clouds in its path.
In the silent aftermath, an instructor clapped slowly.
"I see you've surpassed the curriculum… again."
Kai turned, lowering his hand as the last drops of water and sparks vanished from his fingertips. His long silver hair fell across his face as he smiled faintly.
"I didn't like how slow normal lightning was," Kai said. "So I merged it."
The instructor—Archmage Ronthur, a three-century-old wind dragon—raised a brow. "And the magic disruption field?"
"Side effect. It breaks unstable spells on contact." He gave a half shrug. "Mostly."
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One Hour Later – Royal Chamber of the Arcane Council
A crowd of high-ranking dragon mages and noble scholars gathered inside a golden circular hall. In the center stood Kai, now fully armored, presenting his new spell matrix on an enchanted tablet made of stardust crystal.
"Your Highness," one grizzled elder spoke, "these spells you claim to have invented… they defy structure. They combine elements that should counter each other."
Kai smiled. "And yet, here I stand."
He raised one hand. Magic symbols swirled around his palm.
"Truth Eyes."
A radiant golden glow enveloped his eyes. He turned to the elder.
"Say something."
The elder hesitated. "I… I believe this is highly irregular."
A soft white light pulsed in Kai's eyes.
"Truth."
Gasps rang through the room.
"Holy and Light," another scholar whispered. "Only priests or divine mages can use those... and only with years of faith-based ritual!"
"I was born with both," Kai said, voice calm. "Now I've combined them. This spell reveals deception. No illusion or lie escapes it."
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The meeting adjourned with a mix of awe, fear, and admiration. But Kai wasn't done. He returned to his private chamber—an ethereal library hidden inside a Pocket Dimension he himself created.
Unlike the palace, this space had no guards, no walls. It floated among the stars, an infinite hallway of glowing books, dreamlike landscapes, and crystalline mirrors of time.
This was his world.
Created using:
"Pocket Dimension Creation."
A spell that blended Holy and Light magic, allowing him to create a personalized space beyond time. Anyone holding his hand could enter—and leave—at will.
Here, time passed slowly. A day outside was a week within. He had studied for years in isolation, mastering not just the raw power of his elements, but how they interacted.
His proudest spell?
"Space Teleportation."
With it, Kai could move through time, not just distance. A twist of thought, a flicker of energy—and he could stand in the past, the present, or even glimpse what could come.
But one spell haunted him most.
"Future Sight."
It wasn't just useful—it was dangerous. Because every time he used it… he saw the same thing.
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A battlefield soaked in blood. A shattered sky. A massive, winged shadow wreathed in dark mist. An army of undead, demons, and corrupted gods. And at the center of it all, himself—older, weary, surrounded.
And falling.
Every time, the vision ended with his death.
He'd see it—again and again—no matter how far ahead he looked. It wasn't just a possibility.
It was a fixed point in time.
He stood now before a floating memory mirror, the Future Sight spell still fading from his eyes. "So that's how I die…" he muttered.
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Suddenly, the mirror trembled.
A ripple passed through his dimension. Not natural. A distortion.
Kai raised his hand. "Dimension Portal."
A swirling gate of holy light and golden fire opened. He stepped through instantly, reappearing at the outer reaches of Draconis—a ruined border tower.
What he saw made his blood chill.
A hole in reality had been torn open. Not magic. Anti-magic.
And from it stepped a creature he hadn't seen in years.
Lady Nocthera.
Still pale, still draped in black tattered robes. But her body had fused with dark dimensional rift-energy. Her eyes glowed crimson, and skeletal wings emerged from her back.
"Hello, Prince Kai," she said in a voice like wind through bones. "You've grown."
Kai narrowed his eyes. "You're not supposed to be here. This realm is warded."
She smirked. "Was."
The ground began to fracture.
Kai didn't hesitate. He raised his hand.
"Dimension Portal."
A glowing gate opened beside him.
"Space Teleportation."
Time slowed. He warped ten seconds ahead and appeared behind her.
"Electricity Water Bolt."
A surge of electrified water blasted her mid-spell, interrupting her chant and slamming her into the ground.
She hissed, flesh burning, bones sizzling.
"You've learned tricks," she growled. "But have you learned pain?"
She unleashed Black Spirit Chains—magic from beyond even necromancy.
Kai snapped his fingers. "Pocket Dimension Shift!"
He and the chains vanished—appearing inside his starlit dimension.
Here, he had full control.
The chains froze mid-air, tangled by the laws of his own creation.
"I don't fight fair anymore," he said. "Not when the world is at stake."
He closed his fist—and the chains shattered.
Lady Nocthera screamed as the dimension pushed her out violently. She was forced back into the void, her body unstable, eyes full of fury.
"You'll see it too," she warned before fading. "The same future I saw… where you beg for mercy."
Kai stood alone in the silence of the stars.
He clenched his fists and muttered, "Then I'll rewrite the future."