Azrynn stepped through the shimmering rift into the Eclipsed Void, a dimension of fractured suns and drifting continents, where the air itself thrummed with raw, untamed magic. Her dragons circled her like living weapons, scales flickering as they adjusted to the chaotic energy. Level twenty-five.
"Ah, this place smells like trouble… and I love trouble," she muttered, smirking, amber-gold eyes scanning the horizon. "Alright, boys—and girls—let's make a mess."
Tracking the Primordials
She had sensed a Primordial lurking in this dimension, an ancient being whose power dwarfed entire galaxies. The fox-drake she had rescued earlier scouted ahead, its silver wings glinting as it darted through floating shards of rock.
Azrynn's dragons responded in sync: Fire flared to illuminate distant threats, Ice froze volatile rifts, Storm crackled along ley lines, Shadow melded with pockets of darkness, and Light sharpened her perception across the fractured space.
The Primordial was clever, moving through rifts and dimension folds to avoid detection, but Azrynn's infinite mana allowed her to trace the energy it left behind.
Ambush of the Rival Crew
Before she could reach the Primordial, a rival warlock crew ambushed her. Vampires in cloaks of void-magic, witches brandishing corrupted elemental sigils, and mercenaries riding beasts from another dimension.
Azrynn's smirk widened. "Really? You think you can stop me while I'm hunting a god? Cute."
Her dragons struck instantly, each attack precise and coordinated. Fire flamed across the battlefield, melting armor and shields. Ice shattered rock and bone. Storm ripped through enemy ranks, sending lightning arcs across floating debris. Shadow engulfed the weakest foes, swallowing them whole. Light pierced illusions and blocked counterattacks. Level twenty-six.
Strategy and Sarcasm
The battle raged across floating continents and fractured rifts. Azrynn's movements were a dance of calculation. "Oh, Hulius, still trying to be clever? I swear, someday you'll surprise me. Today is not that day."
She directed her dragons with precision, exploiting weaknesses in enemy formations. The fox-drake companion darted between attacks, disrupting enemy spellcasting.
The Primordial Revealed
As the last of the rival crew fled, the ground trembled beneath her feet. From a rift of pure golden-black energy emerged the Primordial — colossal, scales shimmering like fractured constellations, eyes like collapsing stars.
Azrynn's hand glowed with infinite mana. "Level twenty-six," she whispered, a deadly grin forming. "And now… you're mine."
The dragons surged forward, elemental power converging into a tidal wave of destruction. Fire, Ice, Storm, Shadow, and Light fused in perfect harmony, striking the Primordial with precision.
Foreshadowing the SSS Evolution
The Primordial roared, a sound that fractured dimensions. Azrynn felt it — a pulse in the multiverse, a hint of the SSS-tier evolution awaiting her dragons.
"Patience, boys and girls," she muttered. "You're about to evolve into nightmares."
The battle had only just begun, but Azrynn knew one thing: every fight, every strike, every clever insult brought her closer to becoming the Elemental Tyrant, a warlock unmatched across all dimensions.
Chapter Nine Highlights:
Azrynn tracks a Primordial through a chaotic, fractured dimension.
Permanent leveling: Level twenty-six for Azrynn and dragons.
Sarcastic, witty, stern personality remains central.
Rival warlock crews and vampire/witch mercenaries add tension.
Foreshadowing of SSS-tier dragon evolution escalates.
Brutal, cinematic multiverse combat continues.