The moment Veldora charged, the battlefield ignited. Each beat of his wings sent shockwaves rippling through the isolated dimensional barrier Varvatos had created—a world within a world, untethered from time and space. His aura flared, a vortex of primal magicules, and in a blink, he vanished. A sonic boom followed his trajectory.
Varvatos raised a hand calmly, his eyes glowing with arcane light. "Let's begin."
BOOM!
Veldora appeared above him, claws like sabers, crashing down with titanic force. Varvatos formed a Reflect Barrier sigil just in time—the impact sent magical tremors through the entire pocket dimension. Platforms disintegrated. Time fractured momentarily from the force.
Veldora grinned. "MUHAHAHAHA! Show me your true power, old king!"
He inhaled sharply, lightning crackling around his jaws. "Storm Breath!"
A hurricane of plasma-infused lightning burst forth. Varvatos responded instantly.
"Varnakiel – Divide."
His Ultimate Skill activated. Spatial seams folded into existence, fracturing the breath weapon into particles of harmless light.
With a flash, Varvatos vanished, reappearing behind Veldora with his blade drawn, inscribed with Elemental Fusion runes. He slashed, releasing Spiral Fang—a corkscrewing arc of elemental destruction. It struck Veldora's back, sending him hurtling into a crystal pillar.
"Good," the dragon growled as he erupted from the rubble. "You're no pushover."
They clashed again and again, air and ground shattering with every exchange. Veldora's Spatial Motion blinked him around rune traps and sigil seals, while Varvatos countered every strike with calculated spells.
From his Astral Archive, Varvatos summoned Lost Magic of his old world, rewritten through this world's magicules: Hydra Lightning burst into form, three-headed serpents of electric mana chasing Veldora.
Veldora answered with a spiraling dive, crashing through them using his newly altered Thunder Spiral Shatter, his own breath weapon now enhanced via magical deconstruction from Varvatos' style.
The learning was mutual.
Varvatos began crafting on the fly. Using Sigilcraft, he embedded traps in midair, layering glyphs like threads in a cosmic tapestry. He unleashed Heavenbreaker Array—a lattice of delay-triggered kinetic anchors that locked Veldora into a stun-state for 0.2 seconds.
It was enough.
"Voidcall Judgment."
A slash of annihilation folded in from multiple dimensions. Veldora activated Thought Acceleration, read the trajectory, and twisted space to phase through.
"You've got style," the dragon praised, laughing.
Varvatos replied, "And you've got instinct. This is exhilarating."
They crashed again, trading physical strikes. Claw met blade, fist met scale, each blow shattering space, then reforming through dimensional elasticity.
Varvatos unveiled Epoch Storm—an orbital spell where runes circled him, generating a gravity maelstrom laced with time lag. Veldora punched through it with raw force, only to get caught by Flash Judgment from behind—a high-speed burst of concentrated light compressed into a blade.
Bleeding and laughing, Veldora unleashed Tempest Spiral Lance, a roaring lance of wind, flame, gravity, and thunder. The sky cracked.
Varvatos twisted his form with Dimensional Step, letting the lance skim his shoulder before retaliating with Sky Sovereign, soaring upward, drawing sigils into the atmosphere itself.
Magic and martial skill danced like music.
Veldora now used Investigator to analyze rune formation in real time, creating counter-casts. He mimicked Sigil Fist, clashing with Varvatos' own spell-infused martial arts.
Varvatos, now fully synchronized with the magicule field, abandoned vocal casting entirely. He began shaping spells with thoughts and gestures alone. He formed Dominion Step, enhancing his movement with spatial anchors to manipulate inertia.
Each punch echoed with layered intent—elemental shock, spatial breach, time disruption.
Veldora's tail swiped, a Temporal Rip Talon trailing echoes of futures. Varvatos bent backward, letting the blow phase over him before retaliating with Groundburst underfoot, creating a magma spire that cracked the floating terrain.
They locked eyes, neither speaking. The respect between them had grown.
The world inside the barrier was barely holding. Spirals of cosmic energy radiated out as both combatants glowed like stars. Their movements were no longer visible—only the results could be seen.
Varvatos summoned his final creation: Sigilcraft: Starforged Veil, a radiant cloak of converged ancient and modern magic, shielding him while amplifying every spell tenfold.
Veldora transformed partially, his scales glowing with storm sigils. "MUHAHAHAHA! Time for the real finale!"
They launched at each other.
Varvatos' sword met Veldora's claw. The impact cracked the dimension.
Then, two figures stood—both bruised, both smiling.
"Had enough?" Veldora asked, panting.
"Almost," Varvatos replied, exhaling. "One more move each?"
The dragon nodded. "Deal."
Reality around them cracked—not from damage, but from the sheer pressure of evolution. Both had surpassed their prior selves.
Varvatos, amidst their unending clash, realized something—this fight, this dance of endless adaptation, had pushed him to the edge of his limits. But rather than break, he chose to ascend.
He summoned the deepest layers of his essence and spoke no words. Internally, he merged the authority of his Ultimate Skill: Varnakiel – The Authority of Dominion with his Unique Skill: Astral Archive.
Dominion brought control, authority, reality-bending. Astral Archive brought infinite knowledge, comprehension, creativity.
From that fusion, something greater was born:
New Ultimate Skill: Astradominus – The Omniscient Sovereign of Reality
Astradominus allowed Varvatos to not only rewrite spells and adapt to magic instantly—it granted him the ability to edit reality itself within his dominion, combining learned phenomena with sheer authority. With this skill, he could instantly convert analysis into divine law, rewrite physical rules in an area, generate conceptual barriers, and more.
Veldora noticed the change at once. The battlefield stilled. Spells faltered. The air hummed with a pressure not of weight—but of truth.
Varvatos raised his hand. In it, a glowing sigil of infinity spiraled. "Let's end this, friend."
Veldora flared with Dragon Overdrive, now channeling time and chaos in his storm. "Bring it on, Sovereign!"
They moved.
The collision wasn't seen—it was felt. A flash that blinded gods, a sound that silenced echoes. For a moment, all was still.
Then… they stood facing each other.
Veldora was panting, his body steaming with residual energy. "That… was insane."
Varvatos exhaled, blood trailing from his lip but smiling. "We… are insane."
They both laughed—deep, hearty, real.
Neither had truly won. Or lost.
Instead, they walked off the battlefield shoulder to shoulder, each changed.
Varvatos turned to him. "You're not just chaos, Veldora. You're growth. You push people to rise."
Veldora blinked, surprised. "That's… the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
He grinned. "Guess we're rivals now?"
Varvatos smirked. "And friends."
They both looked out across the ruined battlefield—a place that would become a sacred ground for future legends.
A battlefield where chaos met precision, where power met wisdom—and where two titans forged not just a memory, but a bond.
The battlefield lay quiet now. The last echoes of the cosmic clash between Varvatos and Veldora slowly faded into the winds of their sealed dimension. Ruined platforms floated like broken islands in the skies, illuminated by the starlit remnants of spells long spent.
Varvatos hovered gently, his robes fluttering with residual magicule winds. Veldora remained suspended in the air too, his immense dragon body crackling faintly with the energy of their ten-day battle.
After a moment of silence, Varvatos turned to Veldora with a calm smile.
"You know, Veldora… you might want to consider transforming into a human form. Your dragon body's size will definitely cause panic if you plan on walking around outside."
Veldora's eye twitched.
He turned his head slightly, averting his gaze as if embarrassed, scratching the side of his snout with a massive claw.
"W-Well, I can't really… I don't do that. I mean—why would I? I am Veldora, the mighty Storm Dragon! This majestic form is already perfect! Why would I degrade myself into a lowly human form!?"
Varvatos couldn't help but chuckle at the dragon's prideful response.
"Majestic you are, Veldora. But blending in might be a bit… challenging, don't you think?" He paused, then added with a teasing grin. "Besides, you're missing out. You might enjoy the flexibility of a human form. And don't worry—I can teach you."
Veldora flapped his wings awkwardly, rumbling slightly in his throat. "Really? You can do that?"
Varvatos nodded, gently touching the space between his brows, pulling out a floating sigil of transformation magic. "We'll start from the basics. You already have the magicule density and control. All you need is the correct visualization, energy flow shaping… and patience."
Day One: The Struggle of Shaping
The next few days were… an adventure.
Veldora had the raw power—mountains would tremble just from his attempts. But his imagination, when it came to a human form, was hilariously chaotic. His first attempts turned him into bizarre half-dragon hybrids with overly long arms, glowing scales in random places, or strange color mismatches.
Varvatos had to dispel most of them before Veldora tripped over himself.
"No, no, no! Focus on symmetry! Your arms and legs need to be proportional!"
"But I thought longer arms meant stronger punches!"
"You're not swatting cities anymore, Veldora!"
Day Three: Realization and Refinement
By the third day, things improved. Varvatos guided him through meditative states, walking him through astral projection exercises, teaching him the principle of internal resonance. Veldora's Investigator skill helped him analyze Varvatos' instructions at blinding speeds, and once he truly began to "see" his body through a magical lens, it clicked.
Varvatos carved a humanoid projection in a glowing sigil and let Veldora study it.
"This is the structure. Strong, tall, and fierce. You can make this your own."
Veldora growled thoughtfully. "Hmph… fine. Let's try again."
Day Five: The Storm Becomes a Man
A whirl of golden winds surged around the sealed domain. Lightning arced through the air, and a pulse of raw draconic energy exploded inwards—folding space like silk around a core.
When the light faded… a new figure stood tall among the floating debris.
Golden hair cascaded down in elegant waves, framing a chiseled face that radiated confidence. His eyes, slit like a dragon's, glowed with untamed pride. His body was powerful—broad-shouldered, well-built, and tanned like sun-kissed steel. His aura? Still unmistakably draconic, wild and vibrant.
Varvatos looked him up and down and smiled.
"Impressive. Very impressive. You look… majestic even in this form."
Veldora looked at his hands, flexing his fingers slowly. "So this… is what it feels like to walk on two legs." He looked up with a wicked grin. "MUHAHAHAHA! This is awesome!"
Varvatos gave him a knowing nod. "Welcome to a new world, Veldora."