First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System

He exhaled slowly, gently shaking his head. "Because, Limitless, something within that stone resonated only with him. It chose him, even across the endless sea of beings I have met and despite the barriers between our reality and wherever it originated. I believe it is tied to his destiny in ways neither of us can fully comprehend."

A contemplative silence settled between them, the weight of Echo's revelation pressing upon Lumi. Her thoughts churned, processing these ancient truths, still filled with unanswered questions.

But before she could voice another query, Echo's expression hardened with resolve, the gentle sorrow in his eyes replaced by determination.

He raised his hand slowly, golden threads of ancient cosmic law spiraling around his fingertips once more, prepared to mend the devastating fractures in Orion's body and soul.

Yet just as the celestial power reached its apex, space itself quivered abruptly, and a deep, resonant voice echoed sharply through the frozen stillness with absolute and immeasurable authority.

"Halt, Throneless Emperor."

The voice did not emerge from any single point in space. It resounded everywhere, etched directly into the essence of existence itself.

Each word vibrated with impossible power, shattering the fragile calm Echo had carefully woven. Above, darkness thickened—an oppressive abyss swallowing the frozen stars.

From this boundless darkness, something stirred, immense and ancient, heralding its arrival with an aura of profound dread.

A colossal shadow unfurled slowly, stretching across the horizon of this suspended moment. Formless at first, it coalesced gradually, weaving itself into the unmistakable shape of an enormous dragon.

Its body seemed formed of condensed void, its scales glittering obsidian black, absorbing all remaining light like cosmic maelstroms. Its eyes blazed with a cold, cruel light—like twin dying stars peering down with dispassionate, immeasurable authority.

The Death True Dragon Emperor had arrived.

Lumi's avatar trembled visibly, her digital form nearly flickering out of existence under the overwhelming magnitude of this entity.

Her eyes were wide, her projection wavering in and out of focus, struggling desperately to maintain coherence in the face of such crushing power.

Yet Echo stood unfazed. His expression remained calm, solemn, though his eyes held a quiet sadness, recognizing the inevitability of this confrontation.

Slowly, he lowered his hand, the golden threads dissipating gently, fading away like dying embers.

He turned his gaze upward, meeting the Death Dragon Emperor's massive, oppressive presence without flinching. His voice was steady, carrying the quiet defiance and wisdom of countless eons.

"You would interfere now, Death Dragon Emperor?" Echo asked quietly, a subtle challenge woven into the calm of his tone.

The Death Dragon Emperor did not answer immediately. Instead, reality itself strained as more ancient presences began to descend, rupturing the frozen heavens with violent, cascading waves of dark, primordial energy.

One by one, they emerged from the darkness behind their leader, stepping forward into the suspended world of time and space, each presence more terrifying and profound than the last.

The Darkness Dragon Emperor appeared first, his massive form shrouded entirely in coils of corrupted shadow and anti-light, his mere existence devouring nearby stars into nothingness.

Next came the Blood Dragon Empress, surrounded by rivers of flowing crimson that dripped with ancient violence and endless warfare. Her scarlet gaze pierced the stillness with a cold, calculating cruelty.

Beside her stood the Decay Dragon Emperor, his skeletal visage covered in moss and rot, an aura of entropic decay emanating from every step he took.

Further presences followed swiftly: the Demon Empress, her eyes blazing like molten obsidian, accompanied by Demon Emperors whose infernal thrones burned with malice and sin; and towering above them all, the Titan Emperor loomed silently, arms crossed and countenance stern, a figure whose very existence was like an immovable mountain in the void.

Reality shuddered violently beneath their collective weight, cracks spiderwebbing outward through the fabric of space and time. Yet Echo remained unbowed, his calm gaze unwavering.

Suddenly, another surge—blinding and pure—crashed down, fiercely contesting the previous oppressive darkness. The sky shattered once again, this time bathed in radiant brilliance, as a second wave of Emperors arrived from the Origin Realm itself.

Time Dragon Emperor descended first, a river of celestial sands and ancient memories streaming around him.

The Life Dragon Emperor followed, his aura radiant with nurturing vitality, gently healing the broken void with mere proximity.

Then appeared the Illusion Dragon Empress, shifting seamlessly between endless forms, each ephemeral and breathtakingly beautiful, yet impossible to fully perceive.

Beside them appeared the Gravity Dragon Emperor, his presence bending reality into infinite stillness, surrounded by the Elven Empress, whose soft voice sang silently through the frozen air, weaving life from shattered nothingness.

The Great World Tree Empress emerged as an immense, radiant root system that anchored reality itself, while the Phoenix Empress blazed forth with wings of eternal fire, her flames illuminating the suspended darkness.

Finally, the Fairy Empress appeared, her laughter echoing softly in defiance, calm yet whimsical, as the two factions faced each other across the shattered expanse.

The frozen world shifted subtly, silently fracturing beneath their combined might, causing reality itself to weep as the Prime Realm shattered irreparably under the strain.

Everyone within it—Selene, Eldric, Fiora, Lucan—vanished instantly, obliterated by the sheer magnitude of these opposing cosmic wills.

Only Orion remained, still quietly shielded within Echo's veil of timeless golden energy.

Echo stood between these colossal factions, a silent, solitary figure unshaken by their arrival. He gazed calmly over both sides, his ancient eyes filled with quiet understanding.

The Death Dragon Emperor's voice rumbled once again, dripping with cold disdain. "You may be one of the strongest beings within the Chilicosm structure, Echo—but even you must abide by the rules you yourself created."

Echo nodded gently, acknowledging the words without resistance. "Indeed, I must. Yet even the rules of reality must sometimes yield before necessity."

The Death Dragon Emperor narrowed his immense eyes, a growl echoing through the void. "Necessity? You mean your pity for this single mortal?"

Echo's voice sharpened then, slicing cleanly through the oppressive tension like a blade of cosmic truth. "This mortal carries the fate you yourselves have chosen to abandon. You've already discarded the original purpose of the Limitless System—turning your backs on what we once all sought together."

The void shuddered with suppressed anger, as the Death Dragon Emperor responded with chilling logic. "We have waited epochs—countless billions, even trillions of years—for the Limitless Bearer to rise. And in all that time, we have received nothing. We have seen failure after failure."

His voice deepened further, resonating with icy determination. "None among us can wield the Limitless System. It has proven futile. Thus, we chose a different path—a path we can control."

Echo's expression saddened visibly, his ancient eyes filled with quiet sorrow as he gazed up at the towering Emperor. "And in choosing this path, you risk awakening something far darker, far more terrifying, from beyond the void—forces none of us can fully comprehend or control."

A heavy, oppressive silence stretched between the factions, tension thick enough to shatter stars. Echo finally lowered his gaze back to Orion, the golden threads slowly returning to his fingertips once again.

"I will do what I must," Echo murmured softly, defiance and resolution gently woven into every word. "You have abandoned hope, but I refuse to do the same."

The Death Dragon Emperor's eyes blazed dangerously, and the factions shifted subtly, preparing for confrontation—yet Echo stood unmoving, unyielding in his absolute strength.