Battle and bloodshed were prevalent in Reality, and the gods of light and flames were angered and a bit surprised by the presence of the dragon. They had cleansed the dimensions around them for billions of light years, and there should no longer be anyone foolish enough to stand against them.
Clearly, they were mistaken. Cries of outrage resounded from the gods whose appearances were like Celestial flames given form. Weapons were drawn and spells were chanted, but it was too late.
Vraegar was hunger. His presence ate their fortune and their speed. The weapons in their arms grew heavier, and their spells failed, but the opened maw of the dragon, large enough to swallow galaxies, clamped shut on dozens of the gods. His fangs pierced through their bodies and shredded them apart, as their essence and light were drained into his gullet.
The rest of the solar gods cried out in fury at the death of so much of their number, and they hurled supernovae of divine wrath, but Vraegar’s wings absorbed their fury, his scales drinking in their radiance like a desert soaking up the rain. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Where their flames touched him, his body darkened further, growing stronger as his veins pulsed with stolen power.
"Flames?! I have them too, but mine is stronger!" Vraegar roared as he took a deep breath, which made the star below lose half of its brightness and unleashed devastation from his maws on the gods.
What emerged from Vraegar was not flames but anti-light. A harsh wave of nullification that solar flares mid-flight. Tens of gods screamed as their light were stripped away, and Vraegar drew in another breath, sucking all those screaming gods into his stomach.
He had eaten more than forty gods, all of which were at the eighth-dimensional level, and instead of his hunger diminishing, it grew as his body experienced relentless waves of evolution that were driving Vraegar insane.
In his insanity, Vraegar disregarded every conscious thought and became an avatar of hunger and destruction. With a roar, he pounced on the gods, and a great slaughter ensued.
His claws tore through gods, their radiance absorbed by their impossibly sharp length, and every move he made left wounds that festered with eternal eclipse, as his hunger devoured reality, and any survivor from his claws could not heal, their body forever broken, and they did not last long enough to fear before they were swallowed by the dragon.
The gods drew upon the Primordial Vortex to match the dragon’s might, and their size grew to match the dragon’s, but it was useless; Vraegar’s hunger could not be matched.
Four of them remained: Phospho, their leader, and three of his most powerful generals. They looked at each other and focused on their enemy, but that slight glance was enough to pass a profound message across.
"We have lived as gods, and today we will die like gods. We take this scaly bastard down and feast in his skull!"
"Hahaha, good. Today we dine with death!"
Without fear, they charged at the dragon with everything they had; in that moment, their radiance was unmatched. It was a shame that Vraegar’s hunger could not be stopped.
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