Azrynn stepped through the rift into the Virelia Galaxy, a realm of floating continents suspended above lava seas and skies lit by green auroras. Her dragons circled her, scales gleaming. Fire licked the jagged rocks, Ice shimmered across broken cliffs, Storm arced between floating landmasses, Shadow stretched into every shadow, and Light cut through darkness like a blade. Level nineteen.
"Lovely place," she muttered, voice dry. "I assume someone thought this was habitable. Joke's on them."
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Planet of the Corrupted Witches
The first planet was a nightmare. Entire cities consumed by corrupted mana, witches addicted to its power, their bodies twisted by black energy.
Azrynn stepped onto the cracked ground, one eyebrow arched. "Well, this is charming. Population: miserable."
Her dragons flared, instantly assessing the chaos. Fire purged corrupted mana pools, Ice created barriers to protect innocent civilians, Storm dismantled structures channeling destructive energy, Shadow absorbed rogue spell remnants, and Light healed some of the afflicted. Level twenty.
A group of corrupted witches charged her, chants laced with poisoned sigils. Azrynn smirked. "Really? I expected a fight, not a cosplay convention."
The battle was brutal. Each strike leveled her dragons further: Fire scorched, Ice shattered bones and stone, Storm electrified entire swaths of attackers, Shadow devoured magic, and Light pierced illusions.
By the end, the planet's skies cleared, and the remaining witches fled, leaving Azrynn and her dragons hovering above the ruins.
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Zero-Gravity Vampire Ambush
Next, Azrynn tracked rumors of a vampire crew using a gas giant's orbit as a training ground. The vampires struck from all directions in zero gravity, wielding blades and spells that twisted reality.
"Zero-G combat? Cute," she said, flipping midair with her dragons following her every move. "I do all my best work with style points."
Her dragons struck with precise coordination. Fire ignited the void around attackers, Ice froze them mid-spin, Storm ripped through the orbiting debris, Shadow entangled their movements, and Light burned through shields. Level twenty-one.
Even in zero gravity, Azrynn maintained control, witty remarks punctuating every kill. "Didn't know vampires liked ballet. How adorable."
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The Strange Companion
During the chaos, Azrynn discovered a creature hiding among the debris — a glimmering fox-drake hybrid, small but intelligent, with silver fur and faintly glowing wings. It approached her cautiously, tail swishing, eyes curious.
Azrynn crouched, amber-gold eyes studying it. "You have attitude. I like that. Welcome aboard… for now."
The fox-drake became a temporary companion, scouting ahead and absorbing minor attacks, enhancing her strategic options.
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Foreshadowing the Primordial
As she traversed the galaxy, rifts of cosmic energy pulsed unpredictably. One in particular shimmered gold and black, vibrating with power beyond comprehension.
Her dragons shivered, scales glowing in resonance. "Ah," Azrynn whispered, voice low and serious, "the Primordial senses us. Time to see if it's ready… or if I'm ready."
She extended her hand, mana pooling endlessly, and her dragons surged forward, ready for the next universe-shaking confrontation.
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Personality Highlights
• Sarcastic wit: mocks enemies and situations even mid-battle.
• Stern and strategic: commands dragons and analyzes battlefields with precision.
• Confident: fully aware of her infinite mana and growing power.
• Stern humor balances brutal, high-stakes combat with personality flair.
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Chapter Seven Highlights:
• Multiplanet, multiverse battles continue.
• Level twenty-one permanent leveling achieved for Azrynn and dragons.
• Introduction of fox-drake companion, adding variety and tactical options.
• Foreshadowing first real encounter with a Primordial dragon.
• Maintains anime/gamer-style, cinematic, brutal battles.