The blackened rift shimmered before Azrynn, stretching like a wound in the fabric of reality. Beyond it lay the Blood Kingdoms, a shattered planet where cities floated on rivers of black ichor and the sky bled red under twin moons.
Azrynn adjusted the straps of her leather armor, her five dragons coiling around her like living sentinels. Fire, Ice, Storm, Shadow, and Light — each one pulsating with growing power, scales harder than steel, claws sharper than obsidian.
"First real test," she murmured, sipping a vial of stardust liquor. It burned, but the warmth mingled with the raw pulse of mana in her veins. Her infinite reserves flowed freely into her dragons, and they roared in acknowledgment, wings stretching wide, tails whipping the void.
A portal crackled behind her, sealing shut with a sound like a thousand bones snapping. The Academy was gone. The universe she had known was gone. She was on her own, and the Blood Kingdoms awaited.
The First Battle
A shadow streaked across the crimson sky — warlock hunters, their robes laced with blackened sigils, mounted on skeletal wyverns. Behind them, vampires floated in flocks like living shadows, fangs dripping ichor.
"Show me what you've got, little warlock," one sneered, a blade wreathed in dark fire.
Azrynn didn't speak. She raised her hand, and the dragons burst forth. Fire spiraled in ribbons, melting the ground beneath the wyverns' claws. Ice lashed from the horizon, freezing bones mid-flight. Lightning tore the sky apart, sending wyverns crashing. Shadow devoured the weaklings, swallowing light and flesh alike. Light blazed, burning through their magic shields.
With each strike, her dragons leveled. She felt it — a surge of power flowing through them and herself. Level one became Level two, permanent. She grinned, tasting the adrenaline of victory, the intoxicating buzz of danger.
Drugs, Betrayal, and Lust
The Blood Kingdoms were not kind. As she landed in the ruins of a floating city, Azrynn encountered a warlock crew, a gang of witches and warlocks who had made a fortune trafficking mana-serums and black-market drugs.
"You're strong," their leader purred, eyes glinting. "Stronger than any of us. Join us, little warlock. Taste what true power feels like."
Azrynn chuckled darkly, popping a mana-infused capsule into her mouth. Her body hummed, every nerve alight. She would indulge. She would fight. She would level. She would take everything.
A girl from the crew stepped forward, seductive, whispering promises and threats. Azrynn knew the game. Lust was power, betrayal was inevitable. Within minutes, the girl tried to steal her dragons' essence. Shadow coiled around the thief, crushing her into nothing. The others froze in horror — and Azrynn's dragons roared in approval, scales hardening further, fire burning hotter. Level three.
The Bloodlord's Challenge
Word of her arrival spread. From the floating spires, a vampire lord descended, his presence warping reality. He was a relic, older than kingdoms, feeding on entire cities at a whim.
"You're the one they call Azrynn," he said, fangs glinting. "The Warlock of Infinite Realms. Let me see if the legends are true."
The dragons lunged. Fire erupted, shadow devoured, ice froze, lightning shattered. But he was fast, unnervingly fast. Every strike she threw was parried, reflected, or absorbed. His dark magic was a virus, attempting to corrupt her mana.
Azrynn smiled. You're about to learn what it means to challenge a Tyrant.
She extended both hands, channeling all her mana into the dragons. They merged, combining elemental forces into a storm of fire, ice, storm, shadow, and light. The Bloodlord screamed as reality bent around them, his minions incinerated, frozen, and devoured in a single onslaught.
When the dust settled, the vampire lord lay broken, absorbed by her Devour skill. Level four. Her dragons' scales shimmered like cosmic armor, claws glowing, wings spanning impossibly wide.
The Aftermath
Azrynn walked through the ruins of the Blood Kingdoms, sipping stardust liquor, the taste of blood and ash lingering on her tongue. She had leveled. Her dragons had leveled. She had survived her first interdimensional war — and proven herself.
But the multiverse was infinite. The Blood Kingdoms were merely a single plane. There were galaxies where witches wielded stars as weapons, warlocks trafficked entire populations for mana, vampires that could erase planets. And she had infinite mana, five elemental dragons, and skills that leveled with every fight.
The thought made her grin. She was a predator now. The Tyrant of Elements. And the universe would learn that no one — not a warlock, vampire, or witch crew — could challenge her without paying in blood.
Foreshadowing
As she opened another rift, the shadows of distant galaxies beckoned. Somewhere, Hulius, the Academy rival, had likely survived. Somewhere, warlocks waited to challenge her. Somewhere, betrayal and lust mingled, ready to tempt her once more.
Her dragons circled her, five hearts beating as one with her own. Each level had made them stronger, faster, deadlier. And this was only the beginning.
Azrynn inhaled the pulse of the multiverse. Level one was the start. Level five is nothing. The infinite awaits.
And with a smirk, she stepped into the void.