The stars shimmered beyond Kai's floating library, his Pocket Dimension quiet and still—too still. He stood before a crystal map, watching as tiny lights blinked across the multiverse. Each one represented a Realm, and one by one, the outer lights flickered... then died.
It had begun.
Lady Nocthera's warning wasn't a threat. It was a promise.
And it was being kept.
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Kai paced, golden magic flaring faintly at his fingertips. He was no longer a child of prophecy or curiosity. He was a warrior, a tactician, a sorcerer with five elements—and now, a bearer of responsibility heavier than the sky.
From the glowing console before him, he whispered the command:
"Activate Realm Bridge Protocol."
The dimension rumbled.
Six points of light rotated in the air around him—each marked with a royal crest:
The silver wings of the Aether Elves
The molten claw of the Molkar Dwarves
The wolf moon of the Beastfolk Clans
The flaming sword of the Human Empire
The swirling flame of the Dragon Kingdom
And finally… a blank black sigil pulsing with dark energy.
The Demon Wastes.
"It's time," Kai muttered. "They must hear the truth—whether they believe it or not."
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One Hour Later – Teleportation Gate Hub, Dragon Kingdom
Wearing his formal battle robes of white and gold flame, Kai entered the council's summit chamber. Elders, generals, and nobles stood in silence as he stepped forward.
He looked directly at his father, King Vermithar, who sat atop the obsidian throne.
"I'm leaving."
A long pause.
The king raised a brow. "To where?"
"Everywhere."
Kai tapped the floor, and a large golden sigil spread out beneath him.
"I need to unite the Realms before the enemy does. Nocthera has already pierced our borders. Soon, she'll corrupt the other dimensions too."
Whispers erupted.
A general stood. "Your Highness, you speak of legends. The realms have been divided for over a thousand years."
Kai didn't flinch. "Then it's time to change that."
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First Stop – The Floating Forest of Aether Elves
With a burst of Space Teleportation, Kai arrived on the floating islands of the Elven Realm, where giant trees hung in the sky like upside-down chandeliers.
Elven guards raised their bows, startled by the dimensional breach.
Kai raised his hands calmly. "I come in peace. With warnings… and a request."
Moments later, he was brought before Queen Sylvaeon, ruler of the Aether Elves. Her hair flowed like liquid moonlight, and her presence was stern, regal, timeless.
"We haven't accepted a visitor in two centuries," she said coolly. "Much less a dragon prince."
Kai didn't waste time. He conjured a future image using Future Sight—showing the burning of the Elven forests, their floating islands collapsing into black void.
"This is your realm in five years… unless we unite."
Queen Sylvaeon narrowed her eyes. But when she looked into Kai's Truth Eyes, she saw no deception.
Only pain. And certainty.
She nodded slowly. "You have our attention."
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Second Stop – The Molkar Depths
The underground city of the Molkar Dwarves was a maze of lava rivers and metal bridges. Kai's boots clicked against iron as he stepped into the Throne Forge Hall.
The dwarf king, Grumm Rockbeard, glared at him from a burning throne.
"You think we care about elf prophecies and undead ghosts?"
Kai responded by firing an Electricity Water Bolt directly at the forge's cursed relic—a demon-bound warhammer that had resisted all cleansing for decades.
The relic shattered, purified in a single blast.
Kai stepped forward. "That 'ghost' sent her influence here years ago. You just didn't see it."
The dwarves whispered in awe. Grumm grunted.
"…Fine. You've earned a drink. And our blades."
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Third Stop – Beastfolk Clans of Stormfang Valley
The beastfolk were suspicious of outsiders, especially dragons. But Kai appeared with respect—disarmed, no weapons, and with a cloak made of starlight.
He met Chief Ralya, a massive lion-woman with lightning scars and earth-shaking presence.
She sniffed the air and growled. "You smell like five elements. And truth."
Kai smiled. "I came for alliance, not conquest."
Ralya stared at him for a long moment. Then she laughed.
"You're bolder than most. I like that. Just don't give us orders, dragon boy."
He nodded. "Only choices. Because the choice soon won't exist."
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Fourth Stop – The Human Empire
The humans were proud, paranoid, and fragmented. Their emperor, Augustos the Crimson, had no love for dragons or elves.
But when Kai teleported into the imperial throne room mid-speech, conjured a Pocket Dimension around them to shield from spies, and showed him an image of his future assassination by a corrupted general…
The emperor turned pale.
"…What do you want from us?" Augustos asked.
"Soldiers," Kai said. "And sorcerers. The war will reach you within two years."
"…Then we'll prepare."
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Final Stop – Demon Wastes
Kai hesitated before opening the last portal.
This realm had no rulers. Only chaos, scattered warlords, cursed spirits, and infected lands corrupted by dimension-warping magic.
It was the origin of Nocthera's power.
When Kai stepped through, even his magical defenses groaned.
The ground was black. The sky was red. The wind whispered names he had never spoken aloud.
He held out his hand—and activated Dimension Portal, linking the Wastes to his private dimension. A tether. A tracker.
Not peace. Not a warning.
But a trap.
"Nocthera," he said aloud, "I know you're watching."
Silence.
Then, laughter echoed through the dead trees.
"You think you can unite broken Realms?" her voice taunted. "Even if you succeed, I will devour them all."
Kai stared into the sky.
"Then I'll make sure you choke on it."
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Back in his dimension, Kai stood before the Realm Map again.
The lights no longer flickered.
They glowed—stronger, brighter, connected.
The Realms were awakening.
One by one… they would stand with him.
But the war was only beginning.