Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Strax plunged like a flaming meteor, tearing a rift in the skies with his descent. The heat from his body ignited the very air, and the winds around him exploded into violent whirlwinds. When he touched the ground, the impact shook the earth—the ground cracked beneath his claws, and a wave of energy spread like a silent explosion, pushing back nearby enemies.

Dust rose into the sky like a pillar.

Amidst the whirlwind, his wings closed with a sharp snap. Then, with a low roar, Strax tilted his body, allowing his passengers to descend.

Rogue was the first to jump, sword in hand. His eyes scanned the battlefield with lethal precision.

Cristine descended lightly, her eyes already shining with activated magic circles around her head.

Frieren touched the ground with her bare feet, instantly absorbing the magical energy around her, her hair standing on end with the accumulation of power.

Lithara, silent as an unsheathed blade, fell beside them, her gaze fixed on Xenovia, her entire body vibrating with a seductive aura. Her succubus body began to gain layers of mana armor... "Let's go."

Strax watched them for a brief moment, then spoke, his voice now lower, but still charged with the power of a force that no longer belonged only to the world of the living:

"Find them. Protect Xenovia and Kryssia. Nothing else matters. Use whatever it takes—don't hold back."

Rogue nodded immediately. "They will return alive," she said before getting into a starting position. She was a cheetah demi-human. What she knew was how to run. That was what she was going to do.

Frieren simply raised her hand, and circles of protection enveloped the group.

Cristine closed her eyes. "I can already see the way."

Lithara gritted her teeth. "Let's go."

Without another word, the four of them took off, disappearing among the rubble and flames, running toward the ruined wall. Lightning, spells, and shards of mana exploded in front of them, but they didn't hesitate. An invisible force—the promise to protect those who fought to the end—guided them like a well-aimed arrow.

Strax watched them disappear into the wreckage, then slowly turned his head toward the horizon.

The Dragon advanced. Each step of the colossus made the earth tremble, the flames of Vorah shudder, and the air around it ripple as if it were about to disintegrate.

And behind it, the figure shrouded in darkness rose higher, revealing long arms, spikes across its body, and green eyes that seemed to observe time itself.

Strax growled, and his form began to change even more—the heat rose. His body grew a little more, and his flames turned white at the edges, a sign that he was entering a state that few of his kind even survived reaching.

"Now it's between us," he muttered, staring at the monster ahead. "Tiamat. Ouroboros. Kali. Prepare yourselves."

Tiamat responded with a guttural laugh that echoed in seven distinct tones—each of her voices representing an aspect of chaos, creation, and destruction.

Her eyes turned to the Primordial Dragon, and her serpentine bodies began to spiral around themselves, accumulating enough raw energy to disintegrate mountains.

"It's been a long time since I've fought with my body..." Her aura exploded like a black star.

Ouroboros did not respond with words. He merely bowed in the air as if devouring the very space around him. A whirlpool of shadows appeared around him, and time seemed to hesitate. The birds flying in the distance froze in the sky—a field of temporal distortion was forming, controlled only by him.

Kali floated higher, her form oscillating between flesh and pure essence. Each of her black wings pulsed with ethereal energy, and the black swords she had conjured earlier spun around her like planets around a dark sun.

"I will take care of the creature in the shadows..." she said in a whisper that pierced the minds of the three, without moving her lips. "It does not belong on this plane. And I will not allow it to continue to exist."

Strax stepped forward, his voice becoming a thunderclap that shook the heavens.

"I'll take the Primordial. You take care of the rest."

And then he roared.

Not an ordinary roar, but an ancestral call, a cry that pierced the timelines, reverberating in the bones of all dragons—allies and enemies alike—who heard it. A call to war. A decree of extinction.

The Primordial Dragon reacted, its green eyes glowing brightly. A second roar answered—deep, guttural, as if the abysses themselves were alive. The monster's black scales shifted like tectonic plates, revealing ancient runes, buried and forgotten for ages.

Then they collided.

Strax flew straight ahead like an orange comet, his flaming claws extending forward. The Primordial advanced as well, his massive limbs shaking the earth with each step.

The impact was so violent that the ground exploded, creating a crater where an entire street of Vorah once stood. The clash of their auras tore through the sky—clouds dispersed like smoke in divine winds. Nearby buildings were instantly disintegrated. The sound of the collision echoed for miles.

They locked horns at the center of the destruction, claws against scales, fangs against fangs. Raw magic, primal fire, and physical strength collided like stars at war.

At the same time, Kali dove from above, cutting through the air with her ethereal swords toward the creature shrouded in darkness. The figure responded with a distorted roar, summoning spears of shadow that shot toward her. Kali spun in midair, cutting them all with supernatural precision.

Ouroboros appeared behind the creature, opening its mouth to devour part of the reality around it. The light disappeared for an instant. And when it returned, one of the dark entity's arms was gone—dissolved like smoke.

Tiamat positioned herself around the three, casting layered dimensional spells, rupture seals, and magical compression, trying to contain the fight in a single spot, preventing the collapse from devouring the entire city.

At the center of it all, Strax and the Primordial Dragon spun in the air, exchanging blows that created shockwaves greater than any spell cast thus far. They fought with instinctive violence, as if they wanted not only to kill—but to erase each other's existence.

"This is going to take a while..." Strax thought.