What is this Dimensional Chat???

"I'm not done! Damn it—I can't even lift a finger! What… what the hell did that chicken do to me?!"

But as he struggled, his fellow Evil Dragons surrounded him.

They weren't here to help.

Their glaring eyes and disdainful snarls made their intent crystal clear.

One dragon huffed derisively.

"How unsightly… for an Evil Dragon to be humiliated by a fool in a chicken costume."

Another let out a deep rumbling chuckle.

"Perhaps Crom Cruach is but a shadow of his former self."

"A disgrace to our kind."

Then, one voice cut through the murmurs—cold and hungry.

"We should eat him."

Crom's blood ran cold.

"What?!"

"It is our law, is it not? The strong devour the weak. It is the way of Evil Dragons."

Another dragon licked its fangs, grinning.

"His power, even if diminished, would make a fine meal."

Crom gritted his teeth, fury boiling within him.

"You bastards…! You dare strike me only when I'm weak?! Cowards!"

He forced himself to move—to rise—to fight—

But his body refused to obey.

His vision blurred. His limbs trembled.

Pain exploded in his skull.

"Damn it… No… NO! The Great Crom Cruach will not fall like this! Stay away from me, you bastards—!"

A massive shockwave erupted from the battlefield.

The encroaching dragons were blasted back as a single figure stepped forward.

The air grew thick with killing intent.

Eyes blazing, aura crackling, Fatalis entered the fray.

The dragons snarled, furious.

"Grrrrrr! Do you dare steal our prey?!"

"Unforgivable!"

"Let's teach this newcomer a lesson!"

But Crom Cruach only stared at his unexpected savior, his mind reeling.

"You… You're with that chicken bastard! Why… why save me?"

Fatalis glanced down at him.

Then—

She stomped his head into the dirt.

Crom choked on dust, his body spasming under the sheer weight of her power.

A suffocating chaotic aura pressed against his broken form.

"Watch your tongue, brat, when you speak of my little puppy."

Her voice was like steel—cold and absolute.

"You should be grateful I haven't torn you apart myself."

Crom wheezed, coughing.

"Agh—! I-I meant no disrespect, Great One!"

His gaze flickered upward, desperate.

"S-So that man… he is one of your underlings, huh?"

A bitter laugh.

"No wonder he was able to do this to me."

Fatalis crouched down, leveling her eyes with his.

"Do you want to live?"

Crom froze.

His pride screamed at him to spit in her face—to tell her that he, Crom Cruach, would never grovel before another.

But the overwhelming presence of death crushed those thoughts before they could form.

He swallowed hard.

"Y-Yes!"

His voice was hoarse. Desperate.

"Like hell I'm dying here of all places!"

Fatalis tilted her head slightly.

"Then what can you offer me?"

Her voice was deceptively soft.

"Choose your words carefully. Your fate is in my hands now."

Crom's heart pounded.

He had nothing left. No strength. No bargaining power.

There was only one answer.

"Everything!"

He gritted his teeth.

"My loyalty! My service! I will follow you if you save me!"

A slow smirk curled on Fatalis' lips.

"Splendid."

She rose to her feet, her gaze shifting to the other dragons.

Her next words were spoken with the weight of an unbreakable law.

"This idiot is under my protection now. If you wish to harm him—"

Her aura darkened—the very air warped and trembled under her power.

"—you will answer to me."

But the dragons only laughed.

A deep, guttural chuckle, rising into a sinister chorus.

Then—

"Hahahaha! You think YOU alone can stop us?"

From the shadows, a massive form emerged.

A colossal eight-headed serpent, its glowing red eyes filled with malice.

"My name is Yamata-no-Orochi."

The eight heads snarled in unison.

"You'd do well to remember the name of your killer!"

Then, a second dragon stepped forward.

Its obsidian scales gleamed, its blackened wings spreading wide.

"A futile effort!"

A voice like thunderous decay.

"I am Nidhogg, the Plague of the North. You shall be my feast."

Then, the third.

A hulking beast of pure muscle, his twisted horns dripping with dark energy.

His eyes burned with unrelenting rage.

"Grendel, the Bringer of Destruction and Brutality."

His clawed fists clenched, cracking the very ground beneath him.

"You will know fear."

The three dragons surrounded Fatalis, their combined pressure suffocating.

But Fatalis only sighed.

"You leave me no choice, then…"

A dark mist curled around her form—

And from her mouth, she pulled forth a weapon.

A massive, obsidian greatsword, its surface dripping with malevolent energy.

The very air howled in agony as the blade was unsheathed.

Its edges hummed with hunger—thirsting for blood.

Fatalis held it aloft, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Yes… This blade suits me well."

Her lips curled into a deadly grin.

"Magnificent, Ebony Blade."

The battlefield crackled with unseen tension as Fatalis pulled the massive, blackened sword from her mouth.

Its surface pulsed with malevolent energy, distorting the very air around it.

A shiver ran down Arthur's spine. His grip on Excalibur tightened, but his hands were clammy with sweat.

His heart pounded.

"Arthur? You okay, buddy?"

The Monkey tilted his head, his usual playful smirk fading as he noticed his friend's pale face.

Arthur didn't respond at first. His eyes were locked onto Fatalis, onto that blade dripping with abyssal power.

Then, his sister's voice broke through.

"Brother… your face is so pale. What's wrong?"

She had never seen him like this before. He had always been calm, steady, unshaken.

Until now.

Arthur swallowed hard.

"W-What is that weapon…?" His voice trembled. "I can feel it—pure, monstrous corruption."

But it wasn't just him.

The fragments of Excalibur trembled in his grasp, reacting in ways they never had before.

For the first time, the legendary holy sword knew fear.

It was as if something ancient and unfathomable was watching from the abyss, waiting to devour them whole.

Albion's voice rumbled inside Valiana's mind.

"Valiana! Are we going to help your sister's wife?!"

The great dragon sounded unusually anxious.

"Fighting one Evil Dragon is troublesome enough—even in my prime. But three? That's madness!"

Valiana's sharp eyes stayed locked onto the battlefield.

Then, she smirked.

"Wait, Albion. Look at her eyes."

Albion hesitated.

And then he saw it.

No hesitation. No doubt. No fear.

Only absolute confidence.

"She doesn't believe in defeat." Valiana crossed her arms. "We step in only if things go out of control. But until then…"

She grinned.

"Let's enjoy the show."

The very land trembled.

Lightning split the sky.

The three Evil Dragons roared as they charged forward, their power colliding against the atmosphere itself.

"DIE, ELDER DRAGON!"

The battle had begun.

But Fatalis only tilted her head, unfazed by their combined assault.

Deep inside, she chuckled.

'Let's see… from his memories, this is how those demon slayers use their sword techniques.'

Her left foot shifted forward.

Her blade rose upright, the hilt aligned with her right shoulder.

Her flames burned brighter, twisting around the Ebony Blade—

And then she whispered,

"With my Fire and Blade… there is nothing I cannot cut. Nothing I cannot burn to ashes."

Her wings flared wide.

"One-Sword Style… Black Dragon Fly!"

With a single, unstoppable swing, Fatalis unleashed hell itself.

A colossal, black dragon-shaped slash erupted from her blade, spiraling with overwhelming power.

It ripped through the air, growing stronger with every rotation—

Before finally colliding with the three Evil Dragons.

"IMPOSSIBLE—!!!"

"GYYYAAAAAARGHHH!!!"

"C-CURSE YOUUU—!"

A devastating shockwave tore through the battlefield.

The very earth fractured.

Mountains in the distance crumbled.

And when the dust finally settled…

The three Evil Dragons lay defeated.

The once mighty Alliance of Evil Dragons had been utterly crushed.

Their bodies lay broken, scorched, and trembling from the overwhelming force of Fatalis' attack.

But the destruction did not stop with them.

The entire battlefield… had been erased.

Their stronghold—obliterated.

Their land—reduced to ruins.

The onlookers stood in stunned silence.

Their jaws hung open, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

A single Elder Dragon had annihilated three of the most feared monsters in history.

Arthur barely breathed.

"I…" He swallowed. "I don't think I've ever seen anything like that."

Even Albion, one of the mightiest dragons to ever live, was at a loss for words.

The three Evil Dragons twitched, their forms convulsing as the energy within them began to unravel.

One of them, his voice laced with seething hatred, hissed—

"This isn't over."

His eyes burned with the promise of vengeance.

"You may have won today…"

He staggered back, glaring at Fatalis.

"But the darkness will rise again!"

And with that, the three beaten dragons fled.

Their roars of agony and fury echoed across the broken wasteland.

Fatalis tilted her head, watching them retreat.

She sighed.

"They like Brats."

With a slow, fluid motion, she tilted her head back—then swallowed her massive sword whole, sealing it away within her being.

Her form shimmered, shifting from majestic Elder Dragon to a strikingly beautiful woman.

Her long blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, her piercing red eyes gleaming with amusement.

She barely had a moment to adjust before Valiana's group approached.

Crom Cruach, still recovering, blinked in disbelief.

His savior—the monstrous dragon that had annihilated three Evil Dragons—was this breathtaking woman?!

Fatalis smirked, stepping forward.

"Hello, Valiana-chan~" she purred, extending a hand in a polite greeting. "Do you like what you see? Hm?"

Valiana's breath hitched slightly.

There was no hesitation in Fatalis' approach—just pure confidence and mischief.

Valiana could feel heat creeping to her cheeks but maintained her usual smirk.

"You're strong, Fatalis-san. Your power is… absolutely stunning."

She clasped Fatalis' hand briefly, her tone turning slightly more eager than usual.

"We should spar sometime. It'll strengthen our bond."

Fatalis tilted her head playfully.

"Strengthen our bond? Oh my~" Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Are you perhaps our leader's secret girlfriend-nya?"

Kuroka, ever the instigator, gasped dramatically.

"Ohhh! No wonder boss is so interested in you, Fatalis-san! You're crazy strong~!"

Bikou nodded in agreement, grinning. "True, true. But to think our leader walks that way… Well, I can only respect her taste."

"Aw~ We got busted, Valiana-chan."

Fatalis clung onto Valiana's arm, pressing against her in an overly affectionate manner.

Valiana's eyebrow twitched, barely holding back a groan of annoyance.

"By the way," Fatalis added, still latched onto her, "thank you all for being nice to my tsundere White Dragon. I owe you one."

Valiana's face darkened instantly.

"Who are you calling tsundere?!" she snapped.

But her flustered expression betrayed her.

Bikou laughed nervously, watching the interaction.

"Ahaha… It's okay, Fatalis-sama. We're already used to her personality."

He scratched the back of his head.

"I'm Bikou, by the way. Descendants of Sun Wukong. Nice to meet ya!"

He was surprised. He had expected Fatalis to be prideful and strict, but she was way too easygoing for someone that just humiliated three legendary evil dragons.

Morgan bowed politely. "I'm Morgan Le Fay. And this is my brother, Arthur Pendragon."

Arthur stepped forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Can you tell me the name of your blade?" he asked without hesitation. "I've never seen or heard of such a weapon existing in this world."

The air grew colder.

Fatalis' playful aura dimmed just slightly, her red eyes narrowing.

"My blade?" she echoed, tilting her head.

Then, her smile returned—but it carried a subtle warning.

"Ah~ It's a secret~" she said lightly.

She leaned forward slightly. "But believe me, young man… you're better off not knowing where it comes from."

Arthur felt a chill run down his spine.

Morgan, sensing the shift in atmosphere, quickly bowed again in apology.

"I-I'm sorry for my brother's rudeness, Fatalis-sama!" she said quickly. "He's just naturally drawn to knowledge he doesn't understand."

Fatalis chuckled softly, the tension dissolving.

"It's fine, little one." She placed a finger under Morgan's chin, lifting it slightly. "The pursuit of knowledge is natural. But—" her tone dropped just a fraction, "you should always know when to stop digging."

Morgan nodded rapidly. "Understood!"

Arthur sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine… I'll stop asking."

A deep chuckle came from the side.

Crom Cruach had been watching everything unfold, and his grin widened.

He stepped forward, shifting into his human form—a tall, muscular man with piercing eyes.

"Big Sis," he said smoothly, crossing his arms. "You're incredible!"

He exhaled. "You're strong, beautiful, wise… and you even tamed the bearer of the White Dragon, Albion."

He dropped to one knee, bowing his head.

"This Crom is honored to be yours from now on!"

The group froze.

Fatalis blinked, then laughed lightly.

"My, my~ You have quite the sweet tongue, don't you, Crom-kun?" She placed a hand on her hip.

Then, with a small smirk, she added,

"But I have no interest in men, my apologies."

Crom didn't even flinch.

He grinned wider.

"That's not a problem, Big Sis!" he declared.

His eyes gleamed with determination.

"We dragons can change our gender at will! If that's what it takes, I'll become a woman! Please, accept me into your harem!"

And with the last of his remaining strength—

Crom Cruach did a full dogeza.

The entire group went silent.

Bikou's jaw dropped.

Kuroka choked on her own laughter.

Arthur and Morgan looked at each other in sheer disbelief.

Even Albion, within Valiana's soul, let out a stunned "…What?"

Fatalis slowly turned to Valiana, her red eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Oh my~ You hear that, Valiana-chan? This could be fun~"

She winked playfully.

Valiana facepalmed.

"Fatalis… No."

Fatalis pouted. "Yes… Please?"

Valiana let out a deep sigh.

Then, without another word, she grabbed Crom Cruach by the collar, dragging him like a misbehaving pet.

"We'll take him to our house and heal him first." Her voice was exhausted but firm. "We can talk about… whatever this is later."

She turned to her team.

"You all go rest before the next meeting is announced. See you later."

With that, she vanished, Crom still in tow.

•

(Three Hours Later)

Satria Mansion

Kuoh, Japan

"Assalamualaikum! I'm home!"

Satria go to the living room. It was tastefully decorated with soft touch, earth-toned furnishings, family photos lining the walls, A plush, oversized couch facing the fireplace, piled high with soft blankets and pillows.

"Welcome back Danna-sama. How's your day?"

Satria wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulder and drew her close.

"Many things happen but only you the best thing that happened to me my dear snake hime, now love and pamper me."

"Sure~ you are truly my spoiled boy are you?"

"Yes... I am."

Kiyohime scooped Satria up in her chest, She tightened her hold on him, feeling a profound sense of gratitude for the love they shared.

When the couple enjoyed the moment someone stepped out of the tub, wrapped herself in a plush towel, and walked towards the couple.

"Oh... Senpai is already home, that's fast."

"Koneko~ you are so adorable like the first time I met you in that school, why did you wander around like that? Have you forgotten there is a healthy man in this house? He probably can be dangerous for you."

"We already spent so many days deepening our connection and intimacy in Bali senpai, there's nothing to hide anymore." Koneko goes to her room and picks up her nightgown. After the change she slipped it on to the couple, feeling a comfortable warmth. "It does not mean I'm satisfied senpai, you need to love and mate me more hehe."

"What a concedience~ I feel the same too Danna-sama, who's you want to start? Feel free to choose between us." Kiyohime takes off her kimono showing her bountiful breast, thinking there's still time before dinner.

Satria starts with Koneko first with fingering her vagina and sucked her small breast.

"Nya~ don't suck my breast too hard senpai because the milk is not going to come out, without the Kurumi-san drug it's impossible except you fill my belly with your child."

"How shameful~ I want to have a taste of your delicious milk actually but it's not gonna stop me so let's conti... Kiyohime?"

"Fufufu~ You love to be squeezed right? How do you feel now?" Kiyohime doing paizuri to her husband's penises.

"I feel wonderful~ this is the best. I can't hold this any longer... Gonna... WTF?!"

When they focus on pampering their husband, the intruder suddenly enters the house and watches the lewd interaction with a blank face trying to understand what they are doing right now.

"Who are you?" Thanks to her training with Satria and Naruto, Koneko is already on guard for anticipating what work needs to be done in every situation.

Kiyohime eyes open wide after she realizes the identity of the intruder, it's the strongest number two in this world.

"Koneko-chan stop, what you face right now is something out of your league! What you need from us Ouroboros Dragon?" Kiyohime asked the reason of Ouroboros Dragon coming to this household.

"Kiyohime the mad dragons, what are you doing with my subject?"

"Subject?" Kiyohime gives a sharp gaze to her husband.

"Wait... You know each other? Not a subject but a work colleague more fitting to explain our relationship."

"Yes Danna-sama he... I mean she invited me to her group seventy years ago but I rejected the offer, why did you become a little girl? I'm very sure you were an old man when you met me in the past and you interrupted my mating season with my husband!"

"Husband? Mating? So... This is mating? Interesting... let's see what's gonna happen when I do this to your big things."

"Huh?! Don't touch my Danna-sama dick like a toy bitch! Leave him alone." Kiyohime trying to separate Ophis from Satria.

"Kiyohime-san is right! I don't care if you are one of the strongest beings in this world but you need to have approval from another wife to do this with my senpai!"

The three girls rubbed together the dick of Satria without mercy.

"Oi... Oi! Don't rub my Johnny without permission! If you three keep doing this... Ok... I'm done."

Satria released a lot of white fluid to the three girls faces, they are totally in a mess.

"What is this?" Ophis licks the white fluid that covers her face, she instantly falls in love with the tastes of him for each sip reveals multiple layers of heavenly flavor, creating a complex and harmonious blend. "More... Give me more of your white fluid."

"... No? In order to do that we need to know each other more and you must ask my wife permission first, I am just an innocent little puppy who doesn't have control over that." Satria raised his hand in surrender for he doesn't want to interfere as usual in the girls business.

"Danna-sama is right! Tell us your reason for what makes you interested in our husband?" Kiyohime curious about the relationship between her husband and the strongest number two in this world.

Ophis nodded. "My reason is the meal he prepares is so delicious and thoughtfully made which is impossible to let go of him, it's part of the deal for me to protect him in exchange for helping me defeat the Great Red, and entrancing humans I am interested to observe now."

"Hahaha! I always know the fastest way to conquer women's hearts is through her stomach." Satria laughed with a proud face and received a hit in the head from his two wives.

"Baka senpai." Koneko feels his mate is being sarcastic to her.

"Fufufu... You want to die that badly huh?!" With a twisted smile and eyes filled with a dangerous blend of love and madness, Kiyohime tightened her grip around Satria neck.

Satria paled. "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—"

A crack echoed through the room.

Then—

"AHHHHH!!! TOLONG!!!"

As Satria's lifeless body slumped forward, Ophis blinked in confusion.

Her presence darkened, a terrifying aura spreading.

"How dare you kill my chosen one?" she stated coldly, a hint of genuine rage flickering in her usually emotionless eyes.

Koneko sighed, stepping between them.

"Stop! Senpai isn't dead."

Ophis tilted her head.

Koneko crossed her arms. "It's just… a tradition in this household."

Ophis blinked, clearly processing the absurdity of the situation.

"..."

"...A tradition?"

A golden glow surrounded Satria's lifeless body as Kiyohime activated the Osiris Ring.

"From the source of self-knowledge, the well of creation… I return."

In the next second—

Satria sat up, completely resurrected and in full health.

A familiar voice rang in his head.

[Reminder: Your skill is on cooldown for three days. If you die again, it's game over]

Satria groaned internally.

'Yeah, yeah, I already prepared countermeasures, but… thanks for the reminder, Goldy-kun.'

Kiyohime clapped her hands together sweetly.

"Ara~ Welcome back, Danna-sama! I'm sorry I killed you today."

Satria rubbed his temples.

"You say that like it's a normal thing!"

Kiyohime tilted her head innocently. "Well… isn't it?"

Satria sighed in defeat.

"Look, just don't do it again, okay? Where else in this world can you find a husband as adorable and gallant as me?"

A moment of silence.

Then—

[Host, you're insane]

'I'M NOT INSANE! This is just what they call taking full responsibility. Only cowards run from their wives' wrath.'

Kiyohime smirked. "Fufufu~ You're right, Danna-sama."

Koneko sighed. "Baka Senpai."

Ophis had been silently watching everything, taking in the chaos with her usual blank expression.

Then—Satria reached out and patted her head.

The loli dragon froze.

The moment his hand touched her hair, an unfamiliar sensation washed over her.

Warmth.

Comfort.

Security.

Ophis' eyes widened slightly.

"…Idiot." Her voice was quiet, but she didn't move away.

Satria grinned. "Haha, so you do care about me, huh? Good girl." He continued to gently ruffle her hair, as if he were petting a beloved cat.

Ophis stayed still, processing the new sensation.

It felt… nice.

This was different from anything she had ever experienced before.

Was this what humans called affection?

For a moment, she forgot her original purpose.

Then, without warning—

"Are you really human?"

Satria blinked. "Hm?"

Ophis looked straight into his eyes.

"Tell me your true name."

Satria smirked.

Then, without hesitation—

He took a bold step forward, chest puffed out, and struck a victorious pose.

"I am indeed human, Ophis! However…"

A dramatic gust of wind blew behind him (despite being indoors).

"I am also the one who stands atop all races!"

He pointed to the sky, a voice filled with confidence.

"My name is—SATRIA, THE LEGEND OF LEGEND!"

The room fell silent.

Then—

Koneko deadpanned. "Pervert Senpai."

Satria blinked. "Huh?"

Kiyohime turned red, eyes twitching. "Danna-sama…"

Her voice lowered dangerously.

"PUT YOUR PANTS ON FIRST BEFORE STRIKING A POSE, YOU BAKA!"

Satria looked down.

...

...

He was still half-naked.

"…D-Damn it!" He quickly grabbed his pants and put them on, face completely red.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT, NOT MINE!"

Kiyohime threw a pillow at his face. "HOW IS IT OUR FAULT?!"

And then—

For the first time in her long existence—

Ophis laughed.

Not a chuckle.

Not a smirk.

An actual laugh.

It was small at first, but then it grew—an innocent, amused giggle, as if she were experiencing joy for the first time.

Kiyohime and Koneko froze.

They blinked in disbelief.

Ophis, the Infinity Dragon, the embodiment of eternal void, the most feared being in existence…

Was.

Laughing.

"Ahahaha…!"

It was genuine.

"You are… unique, indeed." Ophis wiped her eye, her expression still holding a ghost of a smile.

But then—her face turned serious again.

"However…"

She slowly raised her hand.

"To claim that you stand above all races… you must prove it to me."

She snapped her fingers.

And in an instant—

Satria vanished.

He blinked, finding himself in an endless void.

All around him, an ancient symbol glowed—a serpent devouring its own tail, representing the cyclical nature of existence.

Ophis' voice echoed through the space.

"Welcome to my private dimension."

Satria grinned.

"Heh… so, what now?"

Ophis slowly descended before him, her aura shifting.

"Now, you prove yourself."

A dark energy crackled around her.

"Show me, Satria… if you are truly worthy to stand atop all races."

Satria grinned.

"As you wish, milady."

Without hesitation, he summoned two radiant devices, their golden glow illuminating the endless abyss.

'Goldy! Show this dragon girl what we're made of.'

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[System Response: Fusion Sequence Initiated]

[Affirmative]

[Legend Driver + Legend Bracelet]

[FUSION]

[COMPLETE]

[ULTIMATE LEGEND UNLOCKED]

====

Satria's body was engulfed in a torrent of golden light, his very essence reshaping into something divine.

The transformation shook the very fabric of reality, as if the universe itself was acknowledging his ascension.

When the light faded, he stood transformed—

A warrior of legends incarnate.

Clad in majestic golden armor, he radiated an aura of absolute dominion. His presence was both awe-inspiring and comforting, like the sun illuminating the world after a long night.

Every inch of his form exuded power and grace, his very existence a testament to ultimate strength and nobility.

With a confident smirk, he stepped forward.

"Let me show you the power of the Golden Emperor."

For the first time in eons, Ophis felt something strange.

Her eyes widened slightly as she observed his radiant form.

She had encountered countless beings throughout her existence—gods, dragons, demons, and heroes.

But this…

This was different.

"This power…" she murmured, studying him. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen in this world."

Her usually emotionless face softened, her lips parting slightly in thought.

"You are strong… yet warm."

She blinked, processing the unfamiliar sensation in her chest.

"Beautiful, even."

Satria raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Didn't expect that kind of compliment from the Ouroboros Dragon herself."

Ophis ignored his remark. Her expression became serious again.

"Now, I no longer need to hold back my power. Be ready to face my—"

Before she could even finish, Satria moved.

Not with speed.

Not with force.

With something beyond comprehension.

One moment, he stood afar.

The next—

He was already before her, his hand gently resting against her massive dragon head.

Ophis froze.

His touch was gentle yet firm, powerful yet soothing.

And then—

The world around them shifted.

The infinite abyss vanished, replaced by a realm of breathtaking beauty.

Towering crystal spires pierced the heavens, their surfaces reflecting golden light. Ethereal cities of pure energy floated in the sky, radiating warmth and harmony.

It was a place beyond time, beyond mortal comprehension—

A realm that embodied balance, peace, and protection.

Satria's voice was calm, yet commanding.

"Tell me, Ophis…"

He looked into her infinite, abyssal eyes.

"Why do we fight?"

Ophis remained silent.

Satria's gaze didn't waver.

"We fight only to protect. To preserve balance. To ensure harmony."

His hand glowed with golden energy as he ran it gently along her massive dragon scales.

"Not to destroy. Not to claim superiority."

Ophis continued to stare.

Satria smiled.

"So… how about we stop this senseless fight?"

His golden aura flared gently, enveloping her in warmth.

"Instead, why don't we… take the time to get to know each other? I mean, honestly? I don't really wanna hurt a majestic being like you. Seems like a waste, don't you think?"

A long silence followed.

Then—

Ophis tilted her head.

Her eyes flickered, as if contemplating something deeply.

Her next words—

Shook the very foundation of existence.

"…Make offspring with me. Now."

Satria's brain short-circuited.

"H-HUH?!"

Ophis nodded seriously. "Your power is strong. Your presence is warm. You are… fitting."

She stepped closer, unwavering. "I wish to bear your children."

"W-WAIT A DAMN MINUTE—!"

To Be Continued…