The Extra's Rise - Chapter 1088
1088: The Dragon’s Fall 1088: The Dragon’s Fall The memory simulation shifted for the final time.
The jump was jarring, moving from the cold, industrial steel of the Demon Capital to a world of blinding, opulent light.
The Dragon Realm.
It was a dimension composed entirely of crystallized Mana.
Floating islands of white marble and gold drifted in a sky that was a perpetual aurora borealis.
Cities built from spun diamond gleamed under three suns.
The air was so pure it would burn the lungs of a Lesser Demon.
It was paradise.
And it was about to die.
I stood on the highest floating continent, the seat of the Dragon Court.
Around me, the sky was dark.
Not from night, but from ships.
The Demon armada hung in the atmosphere-thousands of dreadnoughts, their hulls scarred with Miasma, blotting out the three suns.
They didn’t fire.
They just hovered, a silent, industrialized threat against a world of high fantasy.
Below, on the crystalline plains, the Dragon Host had gathered.
Hundreds of Radiant-Rank ancient dragons, their scales glittering like gemstones, roared in defiance.
Leading them were five massive beings whose presence warped the light around them.
The Dragon Divines.
Tier 10 entities.
Beings who had ruled the magical multiverse since before the Abyss discovered fire.
And above them all, perched on the Spire of Creation, were the Twin Monarchs.
Tiamat, the Dragon Empress, a creature of pure white light and magic.
Bahamut, the Dragon Emperor, a titan of platinum scales and physical ruin.
“Filth of the lower planes!” Tiamat’s voice boomed, shaking the reality of the realm.
“You dare bring your toxic machinery to the Eternal Garden?
My breath created stars.
Do you think your rusted metal can stand against the Architects of Reality?” From the lead Demon dreadnought, a single figure descended.
Tenebria didn’t use a drop-pod.
She didn’t use wings.
She simply walked down invisible stairs, her black coat billowing in the pure mana wind.
As she descended, the environment screamed.
The crystalline structures near her turned gray and crumbled to dust.
The pure Mana in the air curdled into oily black smoke.
She was a walking contamination event.
She landed on the central plaza, facing the Monarchs and their host.
“Architects,” Tenebria repeated, her voice quiet, yet audible over the roaring host.
“You build pretty cages.” A Red Dragon Divine, larger than a mountain, roared in offense.
“Burn, parasite!” He unleashed a Breath of Primordial Fire.
It was a Tier 10 attack, hotter than a star core, designed to erase matter from existence.
Tenebria didn’t move.
The swirling black aura around her-the unified Authority of Sin-pulsed once.
The fire hit the aura and vanished.
It wasn’t blocked.
It was eaten.
The heat, the light, the conceptual destruction-it all fed into the black void surrounding her.
The Gift of Gluttony didn’t care if the source was Miasma or Mana; energy was energy.
Tenebria tilted her head.
“My turn.” She raised a hand.
The black aura split into seven distinct colors for just a fraction of a second, then recombined into a spear of absolute darkness.
She threw it.
It moved with the speed of Envy and struck with the explosive force of Wrath.
It pierced the Red Divine’s chest.
The dragon didn’t even have time to scream.
The spear expanded, unleashing the Authority of Wrath inside his ribcage.
The mountain-sized Divine exploded from the inside out, showering the plaza in boiling blood and scales.
Instant death.
A Divine-Rank being, gone in a heartbeat.
Silence fell over the Dragon Host.
“They rely on Mana immunity,” Tenebria murmured, as if taking notes.
“They have no resistance to conceptual erosion.” She began to walk forward.
The remaining Divines and the hundreds of Radiants panicked.
They attacked as one.
A barrage of breath attacks, high-tier magic, and physical strikes rained down on the lone figure.
It was a light show that could destroy a solar system.
Tenebria walked through it.
Her eyes glowed Violet.
‘I do not accept damage from lesser beings.’ The magical attacks washed over her skin like water off a duck.
Her eyes glowed Blue.
The physical strikes of the Radiant dragons lost all momentum before touching her, their massive claws stopping inches from her face.
Her eyes glowed Orange.
Every spell she walked through made her stronger, her aura growing denser as she fed on their panic.
She reached the front lines.
The slaughter began.
It wasn’t a fight.
She ripped wings off Radiant dragons with bare hands reinforced by Wrath.
She froze Divines in time with Sloth and shattered them.
She moved faster than their eyes could track, a blur of black death leaving broken, bleeding gods in her wake.
Within minutes, the pristine white marble of the plaza was stained with rivers of shimmering dragon blood.
Tiamat screamed, watching her court die.
“Monster!” She gathered every ounce of Mana in the realm.
Her white scales began to crack, bleeding pure light.
She was preparing a suicide attack-a rewrite of reality to erase the Abyss itself.
“DRAGON EMPRESS AUTHORITY: GENESIS BREATH!” A beam of pure, unadulterated creation fired point-blank at Tenebria.
Tenebria didn’t block.
She didn’t dodge.
She opened her mouth.
The black aura funneled into her throat.
She ate the Genesis Breath.
Tiamat watched in stunned silence as her ultimate attack was swallowed whole.
Tenebria didn’t even flinch.
“A bit rich,” Tenebria critiqued.
She blurred, vanishing from the ground and reappearing directly in front of Tiamat.
She raised her hand, her fingers curled into claws reinforced by the Authority of Wrath.
“Tiamat!” A massive shadow slammed into Tenebria from the side.
It was Bahamut.
The Platinum Dragon, the strongest physical fighter of the Dragon race, rammed Tenebria with the force of a crashing moon.
They smashed into the crystalline palace, shattering spires and tearing through the bedrock of the floating island.
Bahamut pinned Tenebria to the ground, his massive claws digging into her shoulders, his platinum scales glowing with martial aura.
“Run!” Bahamut roared, looking back at Tiamat.
“Go!
She is an anomaly!
Magic does not work on her!” Tiamat froze, torn between rage and terror.
“Go!” Bahamut screamed again as Tenebria’s hand came up.
Tiamat gritted her teeth.
Tears of liquid light streamed down her face.
She turned, chanting a forbidden spell of dimension-walking, tearing a hole in the fabric of the realm.
Beneath Bahamut, Tenebria looked up.
She wasn’t struggling.
She was annoyed.
“Husband and wife,” Tenebria whispered.
“How sentimental.” Bahamut roared, preparing to bite her head off.
“I am the Unbreakable Wall!
I will not yield!” Tenebria’s eyes turned Green.
“I covet your leverage.” She shifted her weight.
It was a subtle movement, but combined with the supernatural displacement of Envy, it reversed their positions instantly.
Bahamut slammed into the ground, and Tenebria was on top of him.
She didn’t use magic.
She used the martial arts she had learned in the gutter.
She pinned his massive wings with her knees.
She grabbed his platinum jaw with both hands.
“Unbreakable?” she asked.
Her eyes turned Red.
She pulled.
Bahamut thrashed, his claws tearing at her armor, but the Authority of Sloth kept his strikes slow and weak.
The Authority of Wrath gave her the strength of a supernova in her grip.
With a wet, sickening tear, she ripped his lower jaw off.
Bahamut gurgled, blood flooding his throat.
Tenebria didn’t stop.
She drove her hand into his chest, punching through the platinum scales that had never been pierced in ten thousand years.
She grabbed his heart-a massive, beating engine of physical might.
She crushed it.
Bahamut went limp.
The Platinum Emperor, the shield of the Dragon Realm, was dead.
Tenebria stood up, bathed in dragon blood.
She looked toward the dimensional tear.
Tiamat was already halfway through, looking back with an expression of absolute, soul-shattering trauma.
She saw her husband broken.
She saw the monster standing over him.
And she ran.
The portal snapped shut.
Tenebria stood alone in the ruins of the Dragon Court.
The remaining dragons were either dead or fleeing.
The Demon Fleet descended from the sky, casting long shadows over the white marble.
Tenebria wiped the blood from her face.
She didn’t look angry that Tiamat escaped.
She looked bored.
“Let her run,” Tenebria said to the empty air.
“Fear spreads faster than ships.
Let her tell the rest of the universe what happens when you fight the Abyss.” She sat on the throne of the dead Emperor.
“The Dragon Realm is pacified,” she stated.
“Next.” The memory faded to white, then to black.