The sky of the Dragon Realm shimmered like molten gold, streaked with veins of crimson. Floating mountains groaned beneath chains of celestial flame, their echoes lost in an abyss of stars and roaring winds — a realm where dragons were born, crowned, and perished with legends written in their bones.
Upon a colossal stone bridge suspended over a void of swirling constellations, Jin stood — regal and resolute. Beside him Velka, ever vigilant, and his two familiars — the crimson-pink dino-lion hybrid Eres, and the massive, elegant dragon Nyxses, whose presence felt like the silence before a cosmic storm.
Ahead, looming like a scar upon creation itself, sat a throne forged from the bones of eternity — and upon it, the Monarch of Endless Change, Zhel-vorah.
He rose.
His form flickered between that of a monstrous draconic titan and a humanoid god draped in ever-shifting shadows. A crown of obsidian horns curled above his temples, and his eyes — collapsing galaxies — bore down on Jin.
"So," Zhel-vorah's voice cracked the stillness like thunder whispered through time, "the one born from whispers… the heir of all oppositions… returns."
Jin's expression was calm, yet a fire flickered behind his silver eyes.
"I didn't come. You summoned me," he replied coldly. " But this is your big mistake to summon me, I will end__" suddenly Jin started to caught
Zhel-vorah chuckled, the sound like a choir of dying stars.
" speak, Han Suho. Son of Aurelia. Inheritor of Chronos, Nyx, Erebus... and me. You can't even breath here properly how will you end me ?"
The atmosphere condensed — wind silenced, light dimmed, and the bridge creaked under the weight of history.
Jin stepped forward, voice unwavering:
"You left your blood in me. You left your chaos. You left your essence…
But you never left love.
You were never a father… only a god chasing rebellion."
Zhel-vorah's expression hardened. A pressure unlike any other descended. The realm itself trembled.
Jin knelt, forced down by an unbearable gravitational force. Blood dripped from his eyes, his nose, his lips — crimson sacrifice to the overwhelming might of the Monarch.
"I gave you five years," Zhel-vorah growled, stepping closer, each movement causing the very stars to weep. "Five years to evolve beyond your chains. And yet — here you kneel. Still an insect."
He kicked Jin — a blow that shattered the bridge beneath him and sent his body crashing into the abyssal stone.
Velka screamed. Eres roared. Nyxses unfurled his wings. But Zhel-vorah raised a hand.
Four beams of blinding light erupted and crossed the space like sacred bindings — locking Velka, Eres, and Nyxses in a time-frozen cage.
"This," Zhel-vorah declared, "is Dragon Glass — a construct where time, space, and concept are frozen. Even gods cannot move within."
He strode toward Velka.
As his hand ignited with abyssal flame to strike her down—
Suddenly a crack echoed.
A flicker of sky-blue energy surged from Jin's collapsed form.
Then, he stood and he snapped
The Dragon Glass shattered like brittle ice.
Time resumed.
Zhel-vorah froze, stunned.
"Impossible," he whispered. "No one… no one can break my Dragon Glass. Not even those who rule time. That glass renders all concepts — even time — meaningless..."
He narrowed his eyes, realization dawning.
"Your power... it's not just time. It's beyond time.
Just like... her. Just like your mother."
Jin staggered, bleeding, but stood tall.
Zhel-vorah smirked.
"Interesting. You are more fun than I thought."
Jin gritted his teeth, barely standing, blood trailing from his mouth.
Zhel-vorah's voice was low, yet it shook the Dragon Realm itself.
"You said I left no love in you…
Then allow me to show you what my love truly means."
The colossal flame roared, pulsing with ancient wrath.
"This is my gift, my inheritance, my legacy.
My love… is not in words.
It is pain, wrath, trial — it is what tempers gods into forces that shake cosmos.
You want to surpass me? Then survive this."
He lifted his other hand — time twisted, stars bent.
"I give you one hundred years, Han Suho. One hundred years to grow, evolve… to be worthy of what you carry in your blood."
His voice deepened, cracked with emotion buried in aeons of divine madness:
"But love comes at a price… so endure this.
Survive the Birth of Destruction."
The infernal star ignited, reality trembled — and the weapon launched, howling toward them like the scream of the first dying god.
Velka caught Jin before he fell again.
"That..." she whispered in awe and dread, "that's the Birth of Destruction — the ultimate weapon of the true dragons. It burns not matter… but stories themselves."
Jin stood tall despite the blood dripping from his brow. He turned toward Eres and Nyxses, their eyes wide with fear.
His hand rose.
"Return to my shadow."
Like twin stars slipping into eclipse, Eres and Nyxses dissolved into a swirl of obsidian mist, their forms flowing downward like liquid crimson light — vanishing beneath Jin's feet. The shadows beneath him deepened unnaturally, swallowing them whole.
Safe. Sheltered. Bound to their master.
Then, with surprising softness, he held Velka to his chest.
She flushed red. "J-Jin?"
"Please don't mind," he whispered. "I won't let you get hurt. Hold tight."
Reality tore.
Jin raised a hand.
A shimmer — the Astral Rift — bloomed around them.
And they vanished.
Just before the destructive force could reach them.
Left behind, Zhel-vorah stood atop the broken bridge, gazing into the void where Jin had escaped.
A grin crept across his face, eyes glowing with malevolent pride.
"Run, child of chaos and prophecy.
Hide in your dimensions.
But soon… the heir of change must confront change itself.
You are my son — and your destiny will be written in my flame."