The sky above New York was dark with the warm hues of dusk. On the rooftop of a high-rise multilayered building the rooftop pool reflected the crimson horizon. Calm water, still air.
A woman emerged from the pool, her body cutting through the surface like a sleek shadow. She reached for a towel with calm, fluid grace — the kind of grace that came not from vanity, but from control.
She was most beautiful women ever seen and have a breath taking beauty which can make fall of many kingdoms she was in two piece swim suit a bold one only cover small area of breast and lower area was cover in thong like underwear . she has D cup boobs and beautiful round ass . she has blond hair with some strand of crimson red , beautiful earing in both ears and also have piercing in belly . and have very fit and perfect body with six packs .
Her name was Nyra brunoheart
At just twenty-two, she was already a legend to those who knew where to look. A whispered rumor in secret files, a ghost in international databases. The woman who had tamed the Law of Chaos.
She wrapped the towel around her shoulders and reached for her phone, which was buzzing near the pool's edge. Drops of water trailed down her toned skin, past a dragon tattoo that snaked from her shoulder, across her chest, curling onto her ribs like it was alive.
"Unknown number," she muttered, brow raised.
She answered.
The voice on the other end was curt, mechanical. "Nyra, it's starting. More gates have opened beneath Atlantica. The Hollow Earth is becoming unstable."
She said nothing, only drying her golden-blonde hair with one hand. Crimson strands caught the last sunlight like fire.
"We need you back at the Academy. Now."
A long silence followed. Then she replied, voice calm but carrying a storm behind it.
"I thought I had more time."
"They're getting stronger. Faster. Our readings show they've reached Hive-Class. And we believe one of the ancient species has been sighted."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're talking about the winged ones, aren't you?"
"Yes. They're calling them Wyverns a species like dragon . And they can mimic power signatures."
She stared over the city skyline. "How long?"
"Three days."
Nyra ended the call. She stood motionless for a moment, the silence heavy. Then, without hesitation, she stripped the towel off, letting the cool air bite her skin. She dressed — sleek, black, combat-fit clothes over a net-thin layer that hugged her like a second skin.
She wasn't just preparing for battle. She was preparing for war.
And deep beneath the surface of the Earth, something stirred — something ancient. Something watching.
The cabin lights glowed softly, bathing Nyra in a muted hue as she stared out of the jet window. Her mind drifted—not to memories, but to sensations.
Chaos had always lived inside her. A pressure behind her ribs. A current under her skin. Sometimes, it whispered. Other times, it screamed.
And tonight, it was humming.
The Law of Chaos wasn't just a title—it was a force. Untamed. Unforgiving. A wildfire wearing her skin.
She flexed her hand, watching as faint red lines of energy pulsed across her fingers, as if veins of molten lava ran beneath her surface. She could feel the Hollow Earth from here—like a predator sensing its equal.
A voice broke the silence.
"Drink?"
The stewardess stood nearby with a silver tray, trying to act unbothered by the faint glow radiating from Nyra's arm. Her dragon tattoo seemed almost to flicker in response.
Nyra smirked. "Something strong."
"Of course."
The glass clinked softly. Nyra took a sip, not for the taste, but for the ritual. One more breath of calm before she returned to a world of chaos.
As the jet descended, the mountain peaks swallowed the aircraft, revealing a massive hidden valley beneath. It wasn't on any map—this place had been erased from public memory long ago.
An entire city built for one purpose: survival.
As the hatch opened, cold mountain air rushed in—and with it, the weight of reality.
Nyra stepped out, her boots clicking against metal. She didn't wait for introductions.
The guards stepped back. Everyone knew her face. Everyone had heard the stories.
A commander approached, saluting sharply. "Ma'am. Welcome back."
"Save it," she replied coolly, brushing past him. "Where's the headmaster?"
"Waiting inside. And… the children have changed."
She stopped, arching an eyebrow.
"Changed how?"
"They've seen war."
That made her pause.
The academy had always been brutal in its training, but there'd been a sliver of innocence left in the recruits—young minds being shaped into defenders. If that innocence was gone…
She didn't finish the thought.
The academy hadn't changed much. The marble floors still gleamed under glowing light panels, and the walls still held portraits of past legends—students who'd once saved cities, some who'd never returned.
But the silence was heavier now. Even the walls seemed to grieve.
Nyra walked through the corridors, her gaze drifting to the training domes visible through glass windows. Inside, children sparred using powers most adults couldn't control. One boy melted a steel dummy with a glare. Another froze a whole arena floor mid-step.
A girl levitated rocks with her bare hands, forming a shield around her as simulated monsters attacked.
"They're younger now," a voice said behind her.
She turned.
The man from before—gray eyes, scarred jaw, academy insignia—stepped up beside her.
"They're stronger too," Nyra noted.
He nodded. "They have to be. The monsters are evolving. We lost three squads last month. The hole… it's not just growing. It's breeding."
Nyra's gaze hardened.
"Show me the new footage."
The command center was a technological marvel—holographic walls, energy grids tracking global threats, and a 3D map of Hollow Earth that shifted in real-time.
The footage was projected on a central screen.
It was grainy at first—military drone feed. Then clearer. Winged creatures emerging from the scar in Atlantica, massive and armored, with shrieks that shattered sound sensors.
"They fly in formation now," the commander muttered. "They weren't coordinated before. Now they are."
"Intelligence?" Nyra asked.
"We believe something's commanding them. We just don't know what."
A beat of silence.
Then Nyra stepped closer. "It's waking up."
"What is?"
She didn't answer. But her eyes glowed brighter.
She remembered the last time she went full power.
Years ago, a city in flames. People screaming. Her vision blurred by red mist.
Chaos wasn't a tool. It was a wave.
And once released, it didn't distinguish between friend and foe.
They called it the Denver Incident. She called it her last mistake. and after that the city disappeared without any traces of its existence
That's why they locked her away. Why the academy made her leave.
But now, they were calling her back.
She whispered, "You think I'm your weapon. But I'm your warning."
Later that night, she walked into the dorms.
The kids froze. Some stared in awe. Others in fear. the whispering starts between them after seeing the beautiful woman who gave the aura of those who stand at the peak in the world
One brave girl stepped forward. She looked about fifteen, eyes sharp as knives.
"You're her," the girl said. "The Chaos Dragon."
Nyra tilted her head. "That what they call me now?"
The girl nodded. "You're the strongest, right?"
Nyra smirked. "No. I'm the one they send when strong isn't enough."
Laughter. Some tension broke.
The girl grinned. "Cool." i want to be just like you
"Don't i am not a person who can be role model for others ," Nyra warned gently. "Chaos doesn't leave happy endings."
and after that she went down below the academy
Deep below the mountain, behind doors etched with forgotten runes, a low thrum echoed in the dark.
A crystal embedded in the wall pulsed faintly—red, then purple, then pitch black.
Suddenly, the bracelet on Nyra's wrist—previously inert—flared.
She looked down, startled.
The crimson dragon tattoo shimmered. The Law of Chaos was reacting.
Something was stirring in Hollow Earth.
And it knew her name.
Somewhere, across the world, Aryan awoke from his final trial, gasping for breath.But before he could make sense of where he was, a chill ran down his spine.
Something… had changed.
And the world he'd return to would never be the same.