As Stormbreaker cut through the glittering waves, Necroptor hovered at the bow, runes glowing furiously, skeletal hands waving dramatically. "Hear me, peasants of the world!" he boomed, voice echoing unnaturally. "I, NECROPTOR, the Great Undying Conqueror, together with my Demon Lord—" he gestured to Kael, who raised an eyebrow—"and his Empress of Frost, shall sweep all foes into oblivion!"
Ylva scowled, frost curling faintly around her arms. "You're ridiculous."
Kael smirked, leaning on the rail. "I think I like ridiculous."
Necroptor's runes flared. "As we sail for our grand quest of world domination—oh yes, world domination—we shall trample all who dare oppose us! Witness the glory of our unmatched might, my Demon Lord, Kael Stormheart!"
At that moment, a Dajin appeared, emerging from a glowing portal above the waves. Its eyes burned with challenge, aura radiating menace. "Who dares call themselves conquerors on my waters?" it hissed.
Necroptor's skeletal jaw dropped, then locked into a wide grin. "Ah! A worthy foe! Demon Lord! Empress! Fear not! Witness the power of our DRAGON LORD—" he gestured wildly, nearly tipping himself into the water—"LORD OF DRAGONS, BRINGER OF CHAOS, DESTROYER OF FOOLS!"
The Dajin blinked, uncertain, its crimson aura flickering. Kael raised an eyebrow. "You're… actually terrifying them?" Loki sparked in amusement. Fjorn hissed, circling Ylva. "Comedic terror… very effective."
Necroptor spun in the air, skeletal hands shooting phantom energy beams, yelling every possible title: "BEHOLD! THE UNDYING CONQUEROR! THE SUPREME OVERLORD OF DOOM! THE BRINGER OF ETERNAL AGONY!" The Dajin froze, unsure whether to attack or flee.
Kael grinned, lightning arcing faintly from his sword. "Keep going," he murmured. "Exaggerate more. Push them over the edge."
Necroptor complied, spinning in midair, flailing skeletal hands, chanting titles at breakneck speed, occasionally tripping and tumbling, yet somehow still intimidating the Dajin. "WITNESS! THE ALL-POWERFUL, WORLD-SHATTERING, APOCALYPTIC, UNSTOPPABLE DEMON LORD AND HIS LOYAL EMPRESS!"
The Dajin's confusion reached its peak, and Kael leapt forward, partially shifting into Demidrake form, sword crackling with lightning. Necroptor, still in dramatic motion, fired a synchronized rune blast directly through the Dajin's aura, leaving it stunned. Kael struck, the energy converging, and the Dajin finally fell.
Energy swirled around Necroptor, infusing him with the power he had just stolen. His floating pyramid wobbled in excitement, runes blinking chaotically. "YES! POWER! MINE! MY DEMON LORD, WITNESS MY GLORY!"
Kael laughed, lightning flickering along his blade. "I have to admit… your theatrics are working. Let's see how much further you can push it.
Necroptor's eyes—or where his eyes would be if he had them—glowed brighter. "DEMON LORD! EMPRESS! TO VICTORY! TO GLORY! TO ABSOLUTE WORLD DOMINATION!!!" He spun, flailed, and yelled so loudly that even the sea seemed to shudder.
Loki floated nearby, sparks crackling in amusement. "Master, this one… he is chaos incarnate. And yet… effective." Fjorn hissed in agreement. "The power integration is optimal. His absurdity fuels strength."
Ylva rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a small smirk. "I think I'm going to regret this."
Stormbreaker surged forward, sails taut, the crew now fully aware that the Great Undying Conqueror had arrived, and the sea itself would never forget the ridiculous, maniacal, world-conquering antics of Necroptor—the undead pyramid who called Kael "Demon Lord" with utter, unrestrained devotion.