The void was silent. Too silent. Even the stars seemed to dim as Azrynn and her dragons crossed into a realm untouched by mortals.
Level forty-three.
One step past SSS… into the realm whispered about in hushed tones: Mythic.
The Call of Evolution
Her dragons pulsed violently, energy flaring as their scales cracked and reformed, glowing like forged starlight. Their roars echoed across galaxies. The Mythic Threshold wasn't just power — it was transformation.
Azrynn clenched her fists, mana bleeding endlessly into the beasts she commanded. "Don't hold back. Break through. Shatter the limits."
The Fire Dragon ignited into a walking inferno, its breath burning dimensions rather than air.
The Ice Dragon exhaled frost so absolute it froze time itself.
The Storm Dragon raged with storms that tore through universes.
The Shadow Dragon bled void into reality, swallowing whole planets.
The Light Dragon shone with a brilliance that scorched away lies and illusions.
Together, they shook the multiverse. Together, they evolved.
Arrival of the Ancients
But the Mythic Threshold drew attention.
Colossal silhouettes emerged from rifts — beings older than the Titans, entities worshipped as gods long before humanity crawled into existence.
Their voices thundered in unison:
"Child of chaos. Warlock of dragons. You dare approach the path forbidden to mortals?"
Azrynn smirked, lips curling in sarcasm. "Forbidden? Cute word. Watch me rewrite the dictionary."
Her hand lifted, and five Mythic-tier dragons roared.
Brutal Confrontation
The Ancients struck first. Stars collapsed under their blows. Black suns were hurled like spears. Whole realities shattered.
Azrynn countered with sarcasm sharper than steel: "Really? That's your opener? Pathetic. I've seen drunk warlocks do worse at tavern brawls."
Her dragons surged forward. Fire incinerated their divine weapons. Ice froze their cosmic bodies. Storm rended their celestial flesh. Shadow devoured their essence. Light burned their lies to ash.
The battle wasn't just brutal — it was apocalyptic. Entire galaxies were erased as collateral. Her enemies bled universes.
And Azrynn laughed. "One level per fight, remember? You're nothing but EXP to me."
The Mythic Breakthrough
Her mana surged. Infinite. Bottomless. Pure chaos refined into perfection.
The dragons screamed as their evolution completed. Their scales now shimmered with patterns no mortal eye could comprehend. They weren't just elemental beasts anymore — they were Primordial Dragons, once thought extinct, now bound to her will.
Azrynn lifted her hand. Power unlike anything before crackled at her fingertips. The Ancients stumbled back. For the first time in eons, they knew fear.
"You call yourselves gods?" Azrynn whispered, her voice cold and stern. "Then bow. Or burn."
Her dragons unleashed a final, synchronized blast. Fire, Ice, Storm, Shadow, and Light intertwined into a cataclysm that tore across dimensions. The Ancients were obliterated, their screams echoing into silence.
Foreshadowing the Next Step
The multiverse trembled. Countless realms whispered her name:
Azrynn, the Mythic Tyrant.
Yet, within the ruins of victory, a shadow deeper than void stirred. Something beyond Mythic. Something that watched her every move with hunger.
Azrynn smiled, brushing blood from her lip.
"Good. Let them come."
Her dragons roared in unison, shaking existence itself.
This was no longer about survival.
This was about domination.
Chapter Highlights
Azrynn reaches Level 43, crossing into the Mythic Threshold.
Her dragons undergo their first Mythic evolution, becoming Primordial-class beings.
The Ancients, godlike enemies, rise to stop her… and are brutally destroyed.
Azrynn earns the title "The Mythic Tyrant."
Foreshadows enemies beyond Mythic-tier, setting up the next arc.