"I will do everything I can to find him... and bring him ho."
That was the promise Morgana made months ago, when Ery vanished without a trace.
What followed was a summons from Khaos itself. A calling from the primordial being through a rift in space. There, amidst shattered citadels, she found Killgragah—once the mightiest of beasts—reduced to a flickering wisp no larger than her forearm.
Together, they were given a divine task: to defeat the Red Demon’s Elder Dragon, a godly realm creature left behind from a battle between two Khaos champions, Ery and Tolaro.
Even wounded, the crimson Bahamoth was beyond anything Morgana had ever faced. Its presence alone warped the skies. She fought not to win—but to survive. Each encounter was a nightmare of claws, fire, and pain. She would have died a dozen tis over, were it not for Killgragah’s help and Khaos’s guidance.
Days beca weeks. Weeks bled into months.
She fought through torn muscles and shattered bones. Her flas dimd. Her blood spilled more than she thought a body could hold.
But each ti, she rose again.
Not because she was unafraid of death, but because of a promise that completing the task would restore the broken Famine Gate—the bridge that could bring Ery back.
So she endured.
Finally, on the one‑hundred‑ninety‑second day, after hundreds of battles, beneath a sky snowing violet ash, her claws pierced the dragon’s heart. The colossus collapsed, and the void itself quaked.
Killgragah, reborn in fla and fury, devoured the dragon’s essence and took its form. Its body—colossal, sinuous, draped in infernal scales—was reconstructed anew, infused with the unholy fire of Khaos. And in its wake, the Famine Gate pulsed with life again.
Morgana took her prize, a vial of dragon ichor that ca straight from its heart, thick as magma, filled with ancient power.
Her throat burned like it had been seared shut. Her heart pounded so hard it cracked her ribs. The ichor coursed through her veins like a storm of stars—shattering impurities, lting barriers, she convulsed—then ascended.
[Bloodline Limit: Rank 8]
[Current Rank – Rank 7 – The Dawn Wolf]
The clash of months, fused with the power surge, triggered her Grand Magus Tribulation.
Columns of cosmic lightning struck the abyss, and firestorms of divine wrath swept across the fractured realm. Under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible to endure. But Killgragah stood beside her.
Together, they stood side by side.
And together, they endured.
Her body bathed in cosmic light. Her divine sense awakened. The power of the cosmos itself surged within her veins.
She had done it.
She broke into the Grand Magus realm.
And yet—
"Can we bring him ho now?"
Killgragah was silent.
Morgana’s fists clenched, her claws biting into her palms.
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