The Galactic Warlock Conclave floated above a shattered moon, a massive citadel of black crystal, gleaming like a shard of the void itself. Azrynn stepped through the rift, hair catching the faint violet glow, coat flaring around her.
"Lovely architecture," she murmured, voice laced with sardonic amusement. "Very… gloomy. Really screams 'don't piss off the council.'"
Her five dragons hovered silently, wings tucked close. Fire's embers shimmered, Ice glimmered faintly, Storm crackled in the air, Shadow melded with the darkness, and Light glinted like molten silver. Level sixteen.
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Arrival and Recognition
The massive chamber fell silent. Billions of witches, warlocks, and vampire delegates paused mid-flight, whispers traveling like wildfire.
"She's the one," a warlock muttered. "The girl with five dragons… infinite mana."
Azrynn smirked, scanning the room. "Ah, fame at last. I do enjoy compliments from terrified crowds." She rolled her eyes, stern yet amused, and walked forward. "Don't all jump at once, please. Makes me dizzy."
Hulius, her Academy rival, stood near the high dais, eyes sharp. "I should have expected you," he said, voice dripping with disdain. "A child playing with powers beyond comprehension."
Azrynn tilted her head. "Oh, Hulius. Still bitter you lost in a sparring match eight years ago? Don't worry… you'll always have that memory."
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The Vote of Threat
The council erupted in discussion. "She is a danger to the multiverse! Her dragons could obliterate entire galaxies!" one elder hissed.
Azrynn's response was calm, stern, and dripping with subtle sarcasm: "Newsflash: I already obliterate entire galaxies. You're just late to the party."
The vote was unanimous — she had to prove her loyalty or die.
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Assassination Attempt
No one expected the first strike. Shadows moved in the rafters — a team of elite warlocks armed with curses, sigils, and vials of mind-altering drugs.
Azrynn's hand flicked. Fire erupted, melting the first wave of daggers. Ice froze a mid-air assassin. Storm tore the floor apart, throwing attackers off balance. Shadow devoured spells before they even formed. Light sliced through protective shields. Level seventeen.
"Really?" she muttered, stepping lightly over a ruined pillar. "That's the best you've got? Cute."
Hulius lunged from the dais, but Azrynn had anticipated him. "Predictable," she said, spinning, sending Storm and Fire in a lethal combination. Level eighteen.
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Council Chaos
The chamber became a battlefield. Dragons moved with perfect synchronicity. Fire flamed, Ice shattered the floor, Storm struck lightning through crystal columns, Shadow consumed the weak, and Light seared illusions. Azrynn's voice rang out: stern, precise, with a hint of humor.
"You're out of your depth," she said to a vampire delegate trying to flank her. "Should've stayed home and practiced your yoga."
Even as the council scrambled, she remained in control, orchestrating destruction like a master gamer managing a raid.
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Aftermath and Foreshadowing
When silence finally fell, Azrynn hovered over the shattered dais. Dragons coiled protectively around her. Bodies and shattered sigils littered the floor.
Hulius lay unconscious, pride and arrogance shattered. Gentian, the rogue warlock, had disappeared, leaving behind a warning etched in glowing blood: "SSS dragons will awaken… if she survives."
Azrynn smiled, stern, yet amused. "Level eighteen… not bad. And the universe thinks it can stop me? Cute."
She sipped a vial of stardust liquor, letting warmth mix with infinite mana. Her dragons shimmered, wings and tails glowing, ready for the next challenge. Somewhere, a Primordial stirred. Somewhere, the multiverse trembled at her rise.
"Level eighteen," she whispered. "And this is just the beginning. Let's see which galaxy breaks first."
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Chapter Six Highlights:
• Azrynn battles the Galactic Warlock Conclave and survives an assassination attempt.
• Permanent leveling: Level eighteen for Azrynn and dragons.
• Personality fully integrated: sarcastic, witty, stern, and strategic.
• Foreshadowing of SSS dragons and godlike evolution.
• Epic multiverse-scale combat continues, brutal and cinematic.