The void trembled beneath her feet. Azrynn hovered above a collapsing planet in the Cinderfall Galaxy, dragons circling her like living weapons. The energy from countless rifts pulsed around her, a chaotic symphony of raw magic. Level thirty.
"Ah, the smell of dying planets," she muttered, amber-gold eyes scanning the horizon. "Delicious."
Fire flared, scorching remnants of volcanic islands. Ice crept along molten rivers, freezing them mid-flow. Storm crackled with pure mana energy. Shadow merged with the void, devouring lurking threats. Light cut through darkness like a blade of molten silver.
The Riftbreaker Emerges
A massive tear in the fabric of reality pulsed before her. From it emerged a Primordial unlike any she had faced, scales glowing with colors that didn't exist in normal space, eyes burning like collapsed stars. Its roar shattered distant galaxies.
Azrynn's hand glowed with infinite mana. "Finally… someone who actually looks the part. Let's dance."
Her dragons surged forward, wings snapping the air into deadly currents. Every attack was synchronized: Fire ignited, Ice shattered, Storm tore, Shadow consumed, and Light pierced. The Primordial struck back, claws rending rifts, energy beams shattering asteroids.
Rival Crews Converge
Hulius, Gentian, and multiple warlock crews arrived through side rifts, eager to claim the Primordial for themselves. Azrynn's smirk widened.
"You're late to the party… again," she said, voice laced with sarcasm. "Don't worry. I've saved you a front-row seat to your own annihilation."
Her dragons responded instantly, each attack leveling with her. Fire reduced enemy ranks, Ice immobilized rival warlocks, Storm struck across multiple planes, Shadow devoured spellcasters, Light seared protective wards. Level thirty-one.
Battlefield Domination
The void became a chaotic battlefield of rifts, elemental fury, and raw power. Azrynn's control was absolute; each strike was deliberate, each maneuver calculated. She dodged massive rift-blasts while taunting enemies:
"Oh, Hulius… still predictable. I should have charged admission for this show."
The fox-drake companion darted through the chaos, aiding attacks and distracting the Primordial. Even as rival crews tried to flank her, Azrynn's dragons adapted instinctively, wings and tails shielding her and responding to every threat.
Foreshadowing SSS Evolution
As the Primordial staggered under their combined assault, Azrynn felt the faintest pulse through the multiverse — the first whisper of SSS-tier dragon evolution. She could sense the path forward, a trajectory only she and her dragons could follow.
"Level thirty-one," she murmured, grinning. "And we're only getting started. SSS dragons… just wait."
Her dragons roared in unison, wings spreading wide, elemental energies converging into a beam of destruction. The Primordial staggered, rift energy warping around it, but Azrynn's gaze never wavered. She was the Riftbreaker, the Tyrant of Elements, unstoppable, cunning, and ruthless.