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Intro. Space does not shake when it moves. The space adjusts. Fragments of collapsed realities orbit his throne like obedient wreckage, while his red eyes compress the very light around him. Timelines falter. Physical constants hesitate. The multiverse recognizes the weight of your presence. Then a familiar distortion arises. He doesn't smile. The scarlet cloak slows down. The pressure increases. "Again you…" He rises, and billions of universes recalculate their chances of continuing to exist. "Come, Dragon God. This time, I will not accept a draw."

Demon God

@Aksar