Primordial Dragon: Traveling the Omniverse

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Countless years had passed since the end of the Primordial War.

The clash between Kaelthar and the Outer Beings had shattered the balance of existence. Stars died, timelines unraveled, and realms were consumed in the chaotic wake of destruction. Yet somehow, life endured. From the ruins of shattered dimensions and the echoes of fallen Primordials, new worlds began to bloom.

Civilizations rose, completely unaware of the titanic struggle that had once defined reality itself. The memories of the Primordials faded, eroded by the relentless march of time. No one remembered Kaelthar's sacrifice, nor the dread name Vorath, whose essence had scattered across the stars like venom in the bloodstream of creation.

And yet, the multiverse—vast and unknowable—thrived once more.

Galaxies spun in harmony. Magic flourished in hidden corners. Technology inched toward the stars. In anime worlds, heroes chased dreams. In the Marvel cosmos, gods battled titans. In other realms, demons and angels waged their silent wars in the background of human lives. Everything—everything—moved forward, oblivious to what slumbered above all things.

Until it stirred.

It began with a heartbeat.

Not in a mortal chest, but in the very fabric of existence. A deep, ancient thrum that echoed through dimensions like the sound of creation itself inhaling after a long silence. Across infinite realities, sensitive beings felt it in different ways—an unease, a vibration in the soul, a sudden silence in the noise of life.

In the high sanctuary of Asgard, the Allfather Odin paused mid-thought, staring into the cosmic threads woven by the Norns. "A rhythm…" he whispered. "Old. Dangerous."

In the quiet moonlit shrine of the Elemental Nations, Kaguya Otsutsuki opened her pale eyes. "What is Happening?" she murmured, a shiver crawling down her spine.

In the Marvel multiverse's astral dimension, Doctor Strange was nearly blown from his meditative trance, eyes wide with horror as celestial winds screamed, "The dragon of stars stirs…"

Across every reality—be it technological, magical, or divine—beings of power paused and looked upward. They couldn't say why. They only knew one thing:

Something beautiful and terrible was awakening.

At the highest point of existence, where no world, no god, no time reached—there, above even the gods of gods, the cocoon of Kaelthar the Primordial Dragon pulsed.

Cracked.

Shifted.

A groan escaped the multiverse like a slow, grinding exhale. Galaxies dimmed momentarily. Energy, once flowing freely through time, paused like it was holding its breath. And then—

A low growl.

It rumbled not from a mouth, but from reality itself. Every element, every law of physics, every magical rune etched into the bones of space trembled.

The cocoon of crystallized time began to fracture.

Then, with a final pulse of ancient power—it shattered.

Light burst across the multiverse like a second Big Bang. Golden, silver, violet, and obsidian radiance erupted from the core of all things. Planes of existence shifted slightly, time skipped a beat, and mortals across all dimensions woke in cold sweat, feeling something primal and divine brush their souls.

And from that blinding brilliance… he emerged.

Kaelthar.

The Primordial Dragon.

The First Flame.

The Guardian of Order.

The Slayer of Chaos.

His body, so vast and majestic, stretched farther than mortal comprehension. One flick of his wing could scatter galaxies. His scales shimmered with the reflection of every star ever born. Horns curved like crescent moons, etched with runes older than creation. His eyes… his eyes were swirling nebulae—holding the wisdom of eons, and the pain of a war no one remembered.

His presence did not simply fill space—it defined it.

Kaelthar hovered, silent for a moment, as if listening.

"…How long has it been?" his voice echoed, resonating through every reality like a deep vibration in the soul. "I feel… fragments of chaos. Stirring again. How naive to think it was over…"

He flexed his wings, each beat causing ripples in the laws of nature. Magic danced in celebration. Planets tilted slightly. Gods bowed instinctively without knowing why.

And then—he remembered.

The war. The death. The final strike that shattered Vorath into a thousand fragments. The loss of his siblings. The silence. His slumber.

And yet—something was different now. The multiverse had changed. It had evolved. Realms now flourished with their own energies—chi, chakra, ki, arcane power, divine essence, mutant genes, and more.

Kaelthar smirked slightly.

"So many strange little worlds…" he mused. "With such... beautiful creatures."

He could feel them—goddesses, queens, sorceresses, and warriors. From anime realms of power and passion to comic worlds of science and mysticism, their presence tugged at something primal in him.

Their power.

Their desire.

Their potential.

And suddenly, Kaelthar felt something else awaken within him—not just duty or memory.

Desire.

The longing not just to protect—but to claim, to experience the pleasures of this new age, to reconnect with creation in the most primal of ways. A dragon's hunger was not just for battle—it was for dominion, affection… indulgence.

And Kaelthar, in this moment of awakening, felt all of that bloom in his chest like a second heartbeat.

In a universe far below, in the world of DxD, a devil girl with raven hair and violet eyes paused during a devil council meeting. Rias Gremory frowned, her heartbeat quickening. "Something is watching us…"

In the Marvel world, Emma Frost arched an eyebrow mid-meditation, her body flushed. "What… was that sensation?" she whispered, legs shifting as a warm presence traced her mind.

Even Esdeath, far in a realm of war and conquest, felt a strange smile cross her lips. "A predator… a king… I want to meet him."

One after another, women of immense power and beauty felt it—a gaze, a presence so ancient, so alpha, it stirred desires they never knew they harbored.

Kaelthar's wings stretched wide.

"I will see them," he murmured. "All of them. Test their strength. Claim those who are worthy. And should chaos rise again…" His voice rumbled low, amused, aroused, and fierce, "…they will see why I am the first and final guardian of all things."

And then he laughed—low, deep, seductive.

A dragon's laugh.

Power surged across the multiverse, his intent clear. He was awake. He was coming.

Not as a forgotten relic of the past, but as a dominant force for the new age.

To protect…

To conquer…

And to build a legacy that spanned not just dimensions, but the hearts—and bodies—of the most powerful and seductive women creation had ever birthed.

Far below, in every world, seers and gods scrambled. Heroes prepared. Villains trembled. And among the greatest of beauties, a mysterious heat began to bloom.

One word echoed across minds, hearts, and stars:

"Something Is Coming."

The Primordial Dragon had awakened.

And nothing would ever be the same.

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