The rift spat Azrynn onto a planet that smelled of iron and burned ozone. Cities lay in ruins, jagged towers piercing smoke-choked skies. She didn't bother hiding the faint smirk tugging at her lips — destruction was predictable in her path, and she had no shame in leaving it behind.
Her dragons circled her, scales glinting in the eerie red light. Fire flickered along the cliffs, Ice traced frozen veins in shattered concrete, Storm crackled along metal remnants, Shadow swallowed pockets of darkness, and Light shimmered against the ash.
"Level seven," she murmured, running a hand through her reddish-auburn hair, strands catching the faint orange glow of Fire and Light. "Not bad… could be worse. I could be boring."
The Rogue Warlock Crew
From the horizon, a figure emerged. Black robes tattered, boots clanking, eyes like liquid gold. She wasn't alone. A crew of warlocks, witches, and mercenaries surrounded her, armed with dark sigils, drugs to enhance their spells, and poisoned daggers.
Azrynn's gaze swept the battlefield, calculating. "So… who's dying first? Make it interesting." Her voice carried calm authority — stern, but threaded with sharp wit that warned against underestimation.
The crew hesitated. Most had heard rumors of the girl who could summon five elemental dragons simultaneously, one who leveled permanently with every fight. Most had assumed it was myth. They were wrong.
The First Strike
A warlock lunged, dagger in hand, chanting hexes in a tongue older than any galaxy Azrynn had visited. She didn't flinch.
"Cute," she said dryly, raising her hand. Fire erupted, melting his dagger midair. Ice shot out, pinning him in place. Storm ripped the ground beneath his feet, Shadow swallowed his spell, and Light burned the edges of his armor until it cracked.
Her dragons moved as one — perfect coordination honed through years of battles and rift-hopping. Level eight.
Tactics and Wits
The remaining crew regrouped, trying to flank her. Azrynn didn't panic. She adjusted her stance, hand flicking, sending a controlled pulse of mana that rippled through Shadow, bending it into tendrils that pinned attackers against shattered walls.
"You really should have stayed home and practiced your incantations," she said, voice even, eyes cold, yet lips twitching with subtle amusement. "I hear staring at shadows is fun."
One witch screamed in defiance, hurling a poisoned dagger. Azrynn caught it midair with a smirk and threw it back — perfectly aimed. The witch went down instantly. Level nine.
The Betrayal
The battle was nearly over when a familiar shadow moved behind her dragons. One of the rogue crew had been waiting — an ally she thought she could trust.
"You're too dangerous," the betrayer hissed. "Step aside, or die."
Azrynn's eyes narrowed, amber-gold glinting in the dim light. "Funny. I thought I taught you better than that."
Before the traitor could act, Shadow lunged, consuming him in living darkness. Fire, Ice, Storm, and Light followed, a simultaneous display of lethal precision. Level ten.
Her dragons roared, circling her like five crowns of elemental supremacy. Azrynn exhaled slowly. "Lesson learned: betrayal is expensive."
Aftermath
The rogue crew fled, terrified, leaving Azrynn in the ruined city. She surveyed the battlefield, stepping carefully through blood and ash.
"Level ten," she said softly, feeling the surge of power through her veins. Her dragons shimmered, scales gleaming like polished armor, wings spreading wider than any human eye could track.
She pulled a small vial of stardust liquor from her belt and sipped, letting the warmth mix with her endless mana. This wasn't celebration. This was preparation.
Somewhere out there, Hulius and other warlocks were waiting. Somewhere, more betrayals and battles awaited. Somewhere, the Primordials — the legendary dragons of godlike power — stirred, sensing her rise.
Azrynn crouched atop the tallest spire, hair blowing in the toxic wind, eyes scanning the fractured horizon. Stern, calculating, deadly — but with a streak of humor that kept her sane in a universe bent on blood and chaos.
"Level ten, and still only getting started," she murmured. "Time to see how far this Tyrant can go."
Chapter Four Highlights:
Battle against rogue warlock crew with brutal, permanent leveling for dragons and Azrynn.
Betrayal element reinforces danger and stakes.
Sarcastic, witty, stern personality naturally integrated in dialogue and narration.
Foreshadowing for Primordial dragons and bigger multiverse challenges.
Anime/game x grimdark vibe continues.