Reborn as a DRAGON

Two divine figures, their forms clad in resplendent silver armor, patrolled a small floating island within the celestial realm of a small world. The first, a Goddess, her armor gleaming with ethereal radiance, initiated a conversation with her companion, another deity whose face remained obscured by a helmet.

"Did you hear?" she inquired, her voice carrying the weight of urgency and curiosity.

The helmeted deity, barely visible eyes beneath the protective visage, quivered slightly with a mix of awe and fear. "Are you referring to the Voidwalker?"

The Goddess affirmed, her expression hidden behind her own silvery helm. "Yes, Aether, I believe that was his name."

"Yes," he responded with disbelief, his voice muffled by the helmet. "I heard he fell during the great attack on the council, back in the main world, but how?"

The Goddess, unsure of the precise details, shared the rumors she had encountered. "I'm not certain, but if the rumors are to be believed, he somehow survived and fully assimilated with the cosmic pillar."

The helmeted deity's confusion persisted. "Fully assimilated? What does that entail?"

The Goddess, herself unsure, elaborated, "I can't say for certain, but I overheard one of the Elder Gods mention the existence of a proper cosmic pillar now, whatever that may mean."

The deity pondered this information. "Did you get any chance to see him?"

"No," the Goddess responded, shaking her head. "I wasn't there, but I heard he appeared in a recent attack against one of the other worlds. He materialized out of nowhere and swiftly vanquished all the Shades, Dragons, and Gods that occupied it before vanishing."

"I heard similar accounts," the helmeted deity acknowledged with a nervous gulp. "When the council dispatched their forces to investigate, they found nothing but an empty planet."

The Goddess attempted to inject some optimism into their discussion. "Well, at least he's on our side, right?"

"I hope so," her companion admitted, his concern palpable.

Their conversation was abruptly halted by a thunderous roar that pierced the tranquil realm. "ENEMY ATTACK!" The two deities exchanged glances, and in an instant, they transformed into beams of light, soaring into the sky to confront the imminent threat.

Above them, the serene sky darkened as a massive army of sinister Shades descended upon their realm. From below, countless other figures, including Dragons and Gods, ascended to confront the looming threat.

In a matter of moments, the sky was set ablaze with crimson hues. Spells arced overhead, and countless figures descended as the conflict raged on.

The two deities fought side by side, their combined efforts efficiently repelling the Shades. In unison, they confronted one adversary after another, their synergy unmistakable.

Amid the chaos of battle, the Goddess suddenly voiced a hope, her sword cleaving through a Shade with divine grace. "Do you think the Voidwalker might grace us with his presence?"

Her companion remained focused on the fight, deflecting a sneak attack with precision. "Focus!"

Undeterred, she pressed the issue. "I'm just saying. One can only hope."

The helmeted deity offered a begrudging response as he forcefully disassembled a Shade with sheer strength. "I doubt a Cosmic pillar would have much concern for a minor planet on the edge of nowhere."

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"One can only hope," the Goddess reiterated, her tone unwavering as they continued their battle against the encroaching darkness.

The battle raged on relentlessly, the clash between the divine and the sinister Shades now stretching for an excruciating three days without respite. The small world they fought to protect found itself slowly overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of darkness. The two Deities, once radiant and awe-inspiring, had lost much of their divine splendor in the ceaseless conflict. Their luminous aura had dimmed, and their once-pristine armor now bore the battle scars of dents and cracks.

The Goddess, her helmet lost in the heat of the battle, revealed a face that bore the traces of fear and exhaustion. Her beautiful visage, marked by olive-colored skin, exhibited hazel eyes that struggled to maintain a façade of calm, though it was evident that the relentless struggle was taking its toll.

"I'm running low on Divine energy! And there's no end to these relentless bastards!" she lamented, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

Her companion, his own armor showing the wear and tear of the prolonged battle, stood by her side, defiant and unwavering. He dispatched yet another Shade with a powerful strike, only to have another materialize to take its place.

Around them, a mosaic of similar scenes unfolded as other deities and Dragons fought desperately to stave off the encroaching darkness. Occasionally, the celestial beings would succumb to the relentless onslaught, falling to the ground below, either lifeless or mortally wounded.

Frustration and despair began to take hold as the relentless tide of Shades showed no sign of abating. "Damn it! Where are our reinforcements?" the Goddess cursed, her voice now tinged with a sense of hopelessness. The once-mighty defenders of this realm found themselves pushed to their limits, their determination slowly giving way to the grim realization that they were running out of time.

Just then, In the midst of the relentless battle, a sudden and inexplicable sensation enveloped the entire world, silencing the cacophony of warfare as if time itself had ground to a halt. The Goddess, her blade poised perilously close to the eye of a Shade in its beastly form, felt her eyes widen in astonishment as the world around her fell into an eerie, surreal stillness.

In the blink of an eye, the world returned to its chaotic state, but with one remarkable difference—the inexhaustible tide of Shades, which had seemed impervious to defeat, had vanished. Their shadowy figures disappeared from the realm, as though they had been swiftly and efficiently erased from existence, leaving behind a stunned and bewildered army of celestial beings.

The Goddess, her hazel eyes widening with astonishment and disbelief, instinctively turned her gaze skyward. There, for a fleeting moment, a faint image of a mesmerizing purple Dragon materialized before dissolving, as though it were nothing more than an illusion. But she knew that it was far from illusory.

"The Voidwalker..." She whispered to herself, her voice filled with wonder and awe. The realization of his presence, and the impact of his intervention, left her and her fellow defenders of the realm in a state of amazement, as they struggled to comprehend the enigmatic savior who had singlehandedly turned the tide of their seemingly insurmountable battle.