Maelstra sat upon her throne, her iridescent scales glinting under the ethereal light. Her eyes, serpentine and gold, never left the swirling projection of stars before her. She curled her clawed fingers around the armrest, the room echoing with her commanding presence.
"The universe trembles, but it does not yet bow," she declared, her voice both melodic and menacing. "I will not rest until every star knows my name, and every dragon’s flame merges with my own."
Maelstra approached the altar at the sanctum’s center, her reflection distorted in the polished black stone. She lifted a crystalline orb, swirling with the restless spirits of ancient dragons, close to her chest. Each rune in the sanctum pulsed in response, eager to unleash their secrets.
"Great ancestors, lend me your strength. I seek not only to rule, but to become divine—your essence and mine, as one," she intoned, her words rippling through the sanctum.
Maelstra raised her arms, a cyclone of energy spiraling around her and the assembled dragons. Each creature’s eyes burned with ancient wisdom and raw power, drawn by her unyielding ambition. The dragons began to chant, their voices weaving a tapestry of magic that bound them all.
"Let the fusion begin! May our flames forge a new destiny, one where I am both queen and goddess," she proclaimed, as the storm reached its zenith.
Maelstra[/@ch_1] and her dragon kin. The spire trembles, stones floating skyward as the air crackles with transformative power. Time seems to warp, colors bleeding into each other like liquid light.]
As the energy subsides, a new figure emerges—a majestic hybrid, her form both regal and terrifying. Wings stretch out, vast enough to shadow entire worlds, while her crown glows with the light of a thousand stars. The universe holds its breath, sensing the birth of something unprecedented.
"Witness the dawn of the eternal queen," she thundered, her voice echoing across the cosmos.
Maelstra[/@ch_1], now divine, her gaze unyielding.]
On the barren moon of Veyra, a council of ancient beings kneels, swearing fealty as her power surges through the void. Civilizations rise and fall in her name, and the dragons of old roar their approval, their spirits now one with her will.
"From this moment forth, there shall be no war, no rebellion—only order under my celestial reign," she decreed, the stars themselves seeming to pulse in agreement.
Maelstra reclines upon her new throne, her expression serene yet fierce, the universe kneeling before her. She contemplates the endless possibilities, her ambition unquenched even as she holds absolute power. The silence is broken only by her whispered promise, carried on the stellar winds.
"Let all who dwell in the stars remember: this is the age of the goddess-queen, and I am eternal."
