"Weak! Pathetic! Too slow!" Akashirae's voice thundered with the force of an apocalyptic storm as she materialised behind Nergal, Ninurta, and Ishkur. With a mere wave of the End of Time—a death bell capable of resonating across all omniverses and distorting fate—she sent the three warriors crashing into a colossal blue tree. The impact of the bell's ringing not only shattered their already broken bodies but also crushed their spirits from all directions. "As ever, the world is destined to lose to me," she declared, her red fox ears twitching as her eleven tails fanned out majestically behind her. Her presence was both awe-inspiring and enigmatic as she landed gracefully on the ground. "I'm done here, little brother. I'm heading back to Lumi'Nae."

Ouroboros, casually reading a tome, looked up and replied, "Already on a first-name basis with the Void, are we? Nonetheless, thank you for holding back, little sister."

Akashirae waved her crimson hand fan, Inevitable Destiny, with a hint of teasing, "Awww. Still incapable of reading like a normal person? Your big sister will tutor you when she gets back."

Ouroboros set the tome aside, placing it carefully atop a thick mithril fence, its pages still turned upside down. "Your kindness is rather unsettling—hardly fitting for you," he remarked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Is this your way of asking your big, strong brother to shield you from the perils out there?"

With a flourish, he shrugged off his trenchcoat and flung it into the air, revealing his chiselled physique. His biceps flexed, and his twelve-pack abs gleamed with the strength of his dragon heritage. His draconic teeth glinted as he flashed a confident, almost teasing smile.

Akashirae's gaze lingered on her brother's physique, a drop of drool escaping before she quickly wiped it away. "Your muscles... I mean, no! Absolutely not!" she stammered, closing her fan with a snap and vanishing into thin air.

Ouroboros retrieved his trenchcoat from the fallen Nergal and cast a dispassionate glance at the three incapacitated warriors. Their bones, organs, and souls lay in a fractured heap, barely clinging to life at the base of the tree. He yawned, disappointment evident in his eyes. "This is why I warned you: if you encounter a woman in a hooded light cloak, it's best to leave her be. You're fortunate I was nearby to turn what she considered rudeness into a mere sparring session. Otherwise, you'd be nothing more than memories. She isn't known for her patience."

Leaning back on a conjured bench, Ouroboros stretched as if the confrontation had been little more than an amusing diversion. "I've yet to introduce myself to any of you Mesopotamian gods, so I'm curious—why hasn't anyone questioned Tiamat about me or attempted to confront me in secret?"

The three warriors could only respond with groans as they bled to death.

From above, Tiamat's voice, laced with casual confidence, cut through the air. Her shoulder-length white hair cascaded as she hung upside down from the blue tree by her tail, effortlessly performing mid-air sit-ups. Dressed in an Adidas tank top revealing her chiselled ten-pack abs, sports wristbands, and shorts, she remarked, "These insects assumed you were Apsu, and since you kept your distance, they decided to respect your boundaries."

Ouroboros yawned again, this time with genuine fatigue. "I thought I was an early riser, but you and my sister seem to operate on another level entirely. Who wakes up before the sun even thinks about rising?" He gazed skyward, admiring the surreal beauty of the world above. "No matter how many times I see this sky, it's the most breathtaking sight I've ever witnessed."

Turning back to the warriors, Ouroboros regarded them with a mixture of pity and amusement. "If it's special training you're after, seek out Ishtar. She's ascended to an entirely different level, though I must warn you—she shows no mercy. Perhaps the pain she inflicts will be less excruciating than what you've suffered today." He paused, considering. "As for Marduk, he's likely tangled up with abyssal monstrosities, so don't expect his help anytime soon."

The warriors groaned in dismay, drawing a weary sigh from Ouroboros.

"Leave them; they're mere insects," Tiamat declared, her voice thick with contempt as she appeared beside Ouroboros, clad in her customary silver plate armour trimmed with white fur. She cast a cold, indifferent glance over the fallen gods. "We should rejoin the others."

Nanshe, a red-haired goddess, limped towards them, blushing upon seeing Ouroboros. Their previous encounter had been intimate, and she looked at him with a mixture of affection and awkwardness. Ouroboros, sensing her gaze, stood and passionately kissed Nanshe.

"Fuck you... Apsu," Ishkur managed to croak, beginning to regain some consciousness while observing the kiss.

"Heal these three," Ouroboros instructed, holding Nanshe's face tenderly. "Enough so they can eventually stand on their own."

"I will do just that. But dear Apsu—no, Ouroboros, who was that red-haired woman just now? Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me because..."

Ouroboros, startled, stammered, "D—don't jump to conclusions! And it's not what you think; she's my twin sister." He momentarily imagined having sex with Akashirae, causing him to summon his legendary halberd, Nexus Piercer, fleetingly and smack himself on the head with it.

"Is she now?" Nanshe's eyes narrowed as she slipped her hand inside his pants, gripping him firmly. Her handjob was extremely aggressive. "Be honest with me!"

"Agh! Akashirae...no, what in the Void am I saying? Nanshe, listen to me," Ouroboros said, regaining his composure and looking distant as if in deep contemplation. "It's complicated. But I, Ouroboros, find you feisty and truly love you, only second to my powerful siste—"

Nanshe, with a swift kick, targeted his testicles, causing Ouroboros to collapse onto the ground.

The Luminous Garden, a realm existing beyond time, seemed to pause, with only Ouroboros and Tiamat remaining in motion.

"How long are you going to pretend to be hurt? Get up, sister-lover," Tiamat chided. "As entertaining as it was to watch you squirm, we have places to go."

Ouroboros stood, adopting a nonchalant air as if nothing had happened. He produced a pipe and lit it. "Yes, I wonder what the Void and her party have been up to."

"Don't try to act cool," Tiamat retorted.

The primordial beings stood still, the omniverses seemingly holding their breath in anticipation.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Do it," Tiamat commanded, her voice sharp and authoritative. "Take us to where the Void is."

"What? I can't do that. I thought you might be able to, considering you're the Abyss and all," Ouroboros replied seriously. "Had I known you couldn't, I would have asked my sister to take us."

Tiamat's impatience was evident as her expression darkened. "Again with your sister. Never mind. How did you enter my Abyss Realm without my permission? I saw that void rift and the refuse you discarded in my domain." Her gaze fixed on his pipe.

"Ah, that," Ouroboros said, exhaling smoke and reaching into his ebony Belstaff trenchcoat. He produced a blue orb, its surface glowing with an otherworldly light. "Lumi'Nae." At his utterance, the orb activated, opening a blue rift before them. "This isn't instantaneous, but it will take us to the Void."

Without hesitation, they stepped through the rift, entering a corridor of nothingness. The void was both oppressive and boundless, a paradox of existence and non-existence that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions. As they walked, time lost its meaning, and what felt like an eternity passed in conversation.

Ouroboros, having emptied his pipe, resumed his dialogue with Tiamat. "Let's set aside the bravado for a moment. Wasn't it five against seven? Or rather four, if we exclude the Void, since she didn't fully participate? With your multiple heads, you had the advantage in numbers."

Tiamat's retort was immediate and sharp. "While my heads have some autonomy, they are all part of me, so we count as one." She glanced around, nostalgia and wariness mingling in her gaze. "Did the Void look like this back then? It's strange to return here after so long. How long have we been walking?"

"Who knows? I mean, I do know, but I don't know how to tell you. And I'm genuinely curious. Which head was dominant back then? Only one made it out alive," Ouroboros probed.

Tiamat's gaze darkened, her voice resonating with a monstrous undertone. "The former dominant head has perished. It was I who sank my teeth into another head." A hint of satisfaction crept into her tone as she recalled the act. "I doubt you were there to witness my display of power and dominance."

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything," Ouroboros replied, lost in thought. "I've bitten my own tail for eternity, a legendary feat, but I've never bitten my own head."

Tiamat's lips curled into a smirk. "You don't say? How amusing."

Their banter was interrupted as they found themselves inside a dimly lit train car, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"...Where in the Void are we?" Ouroboros demanded, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. "Looks like a single-car train."

Tiamat's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area. "You're the one who brought us here. Perhaps you should have some answers." Her gaze fell upon a young woman in grey armour, her long grey hair cascading down as she slept soundly in the back corner of the train. Without hesitation, Tiamat unleashed a barrage of Abyssal Breath of Ruination—colossal beams of destructive energy erupting from her mouth and obliterating the grey realm around them.

As the train screeched to a sudden halt and exploded, the two primordial beings emerged unscathed, finding themselves back in the familiar corridor of emptiness.

"So your first instinct is to blow things up when you're lost?" Ouroboros remarked, his tone wry. "You're fortunate that I'm unkillable, otherwise you would have lost your guide."

"What? You said this place was unfamiliar. Since it's not our destination, I thought it best to clear the way," Tiamat replied, her tone unapologetic as the grey realm began to reform around them. She paused before continuing. "We're still in the Void Realm, but this illusion is creating a secondary realm within it."

Ouroboros reached out, touching the fabric of reality around them. "Is it an illusion, though? It seems more like a fragmented realm within the Realm of Nothingness."

Suddenly, they found themselves back on the deserted train tracks as a mysterious grey figure emerged from the ground. Her presence was ethereal, her voice languid and slow. "Ow. Azuraella finds your paper cuts overwhelming." She reappeared behind them, her expression tinged with weary annoyance. "A sleeping lion is dangerous, killing without discrimination." She yawned, her exhaustion evident. "Azuraella is impulsive when sleep-deprived, but even more so when she sleeps. She might kill you both in her dreams, without even meaning to—an end befitting an ant."

Tiamat, ever the predator, twisted her head unnaturally, her features briefly taking on a draconic aspect as she sank her teeth into Azuraella's neck, tearing off her head with a violent jerk. Grey blood sprayed from the wound, staining the ground and the nearby tracks.

"What did Azuraella just say about disturbing a sleeping lion?" the Chaos Maiden's voice echoed from all around them. "Follow Azuraella. Or don't. She's too tired to care."

"Fair enough," Ouroboros replied, his tone casual as if this were just another day in his endless existence. The headless maiden began to walk down the tracks, and Ouroboros followed, his curiosity piqued.

"I've noticed this for a while—unlike the first time we met, you're surprisingly restrained, Paradox. Do you have two personalities or something?" Tiamat inquired, her eldritch tongues licking her face clean as she trailed behind.

As they walked, blood continued to pour from the headless woman's body, staining the ground with each step. "Accelerated entropy in your bite," Azuraella mused. "Azuraella finds it quite heartwarming—like luxuriating in a volcano." She casually picked up her severed head by the hair, holding it as if it were no more than an accessory.

Ouroboros extended his hand beneath Azuraella's head, catching the dripping blood. With an air of detachment, he tasted it as though it were a rare condiment. "By the Void's might, that's the spiciest sauce I've ever tasted. Tiamat's blood seems mild in comparison." His mouth struggled to keep up with the damage, his tongue and several teeth falling out, only to be rapidly replaced by his regenerative abilities.

"So, what do you want from us?" Ouroboros asked, his tone shifting from detached curiosity to wary suspicion. "You interfered with the Void's orb and brought us here instead of our intended destination. I assume there's a reason for this, or are you one of those gods, like Loki, who meddles without purpose?"

"Azuraella got the feeling you've spoken to one of us before," the maiden paused, mid-sentence. "What are your names? You already know mine." She raised her head into the air and stared into Ouroboros' eyes. "Lucky? Azuraella agrees that she is lucky. If you meant Woki, Azuraella is nothing like him. He was not only unlucky but will never awaken again."

"Is that so? Good riddance. Anyway, I'm Ouroboros, Dragon King," Ouroboros declared with a majestic voice, then shifted to a casual tone, gesturing with a thumb behind him, "and she's Tiamat, another dragon."

Tiamat attempted a front kick at Ouroboros, but he blocked it with his pipe. The sheer force of her kick momentarily shattered the realm, plunging them back into the void corridor.

"How rude. I'm Tiamat, the Dragon Empress," she asserted. "And that one is an insect. At best, the king of insects."

Ouroboros' eye twitched imperceptibly when he saw his pipe showing slight signs of cracks. "I'm being serious here. If you have nothing important to contribute, perhaps silence would be more fitting."

"Who said I wasn't serious? And where are your servants, huh? You've seen my Abyssal Legion back in my realm," Tiamat retorted.

"Those mindless beasts that wanted to eat you as well? I think you meant to say that you're the Abyssal Empress as they're not dragons. Furthermore, you created them just before we arrived here," he said, turning his attention to the chaos maiden. "Now then, headless woman, where were we?"

She replied, "Azuraella is weary of walking and contemplates returning to the train that the Wagon Incest destroyed."

"Hey, zombie bitch, say that again and I'll gobble the rest of your—!" Tiamat threatened.

The scenery shifted abruptly, and they found themselves aboard the flickering train once more, this time heading towards a distant mountain. Azuraella had already settled at the rear, appearing to doze off with her head resting on her lap.

"So, what now?" Tiamat inquired. "Are you just going to humour that Void Incarnate? She claimed to be dangerous while asleep, but surely we could end her now, couldn't we?"

"It seems you're catching on," Ouroboros replied with a smirk. "I thought you were eager to learn more about the Tenebris Monochrome. For now, let's see where this Sleeping Lion is leading us." He flashed a monstrous grin, his excitement palpable. "Her threats are not to be taken lightly. She possesses formidable strength—truly a worthy prey." He then placed the pipe in his mouth, leaning back with a relaxed posture. "I can't yet determine if she is more powerful or weaker than the outer god painter I fought, but for now, we should let her be."

The train's lights flickered intermittently, casting erratic shadows across the interior. Ouroboros settled into the centre of the train, his gaze fixed pensively out the window.

"Grey sky, grey clouds, grey sea," he mused aloud. "Even the sun seems shrouded in shades of grey. I can't tell if this is Chaos' realm or that of another. Either way, it's a dismal world." He tipped the ashes from his pipe onto the floor, the small, grey flakes settling into the grim atmosphere.

Tiamat scoffed from her seat at the front, conjuring a human arm to nibble on. "There you go again with your dramatic monologues. Everything's grey, including your brain. Do you even have any grey matter?" She bit off five fingers and chewed them like French fries, swallowing with a satisfied nod.

After a moment, she spoke not in her usual deep, resonant voice, but in a melodious, youthful tone reminiscent of a princess. "Every morning, I, Ouroboros the long boy, awake and marvel at how the world continues to move on while my heart remains mired in yesterday's pain."

"Your voice sounds beautiful. You should keep it like that, Princess Tiamat," Ouroboros remarked, catching his reflection in the window.

"Shut up," Tiamat snapped, her irritation evident that he was not perturbed by her comment.

Time seemed to warp as the train ascended the towering mountain, its path cutting through the clouds and seemingly reaching towards the heavens. After passing through twelve resplendent dwellings, it finally came to a halt within the throne room of a palace whose vast interior belied its modest exterior.

As the final passenger, Tiamat disembarked just as the train dissolved into nothingness. "So, this is the place I inadvertently destroyed multiple times?" she mused, her gaze sweeping over the grandiose surroundings. An army of undead titans stood as monolithic sentinels, and among them, undead gods were also present.

Blocking their path were two imposing undead figures—Poseidon and Apollo. They stood resolute, their forms casting long shadows. After allowing Azuraella to pass, they aligned themselves, forming a cross with Poseidon's Trident and Apollo's Bow. Poseidon's eyes flared with anger. "Die or kneel," he commanded.

"Oh? You dare speak to me in such a manner, insect?" Tiamat's voice seethed with menace. "Your anger only fuels my own."

With a burst of rage, she punched both undead gods in their guts, forcing them to their knees. As they staggered, she seized the opportunity to thrust her arms into their mouths, her movements precise and relentless. Her fingers pierced their lungs, assimilating them into her being. Despite their lifeless state, the two gods emitted muffled, agonised sounds.

Tiamat surveyed her surroundings with a fierce glare, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Well?! Are there any more who wish to be assimilated into the eternal Abyss?!"

The undead titans and gods, their legs trembling, fear etched across their faces, braced themselves for the impending confrontation. Despite knowing they stood no chance against her, they hesitated only momentarily. Hera, backing away with palpable fear, cried out, "Defend your queen, now! Do not let her through!" Uranus, puzzled and uneasy, grappled with the unsettling realisation that Tiamat, a fellow primordial, seemed incomprehensibly superior. Thanatos added grimly, "If any of you fall to her, prepare for a fate worse than Tartarus. There is no return from that."

"No fighting... yet," Azuraella declared, settling herself on a throne that seemed to defy the very fabric of reality. Her voice, though slow and languid, held an undeniable authority. "As you may have surmised, Azuraella, the Chaos Maiden, is one of the Tenebris Monochrome and a Void Incarnate."

She casually placed her severed head atop her neck, only for it to topple to the ground with a dull thud. The head rolled until it came to rest against Ouroboros' black, military-style boots. "Um... Give Azuraella a moment," she murmured, seemingly unfazed by the mishap. She gestured for Ouroboros to return her head.

Ouroboros picked it up, his expression a mix of bemusement and irritation, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it back to her. She caught it effortlessly, taking her time to reattach it, her manner utterly unhurried. It was as if reattaching her head was just another routine task, hardly worth noting.

"As Azuraella was saying," she continued once her head was secure, "Azuraella is also a primordial outer god. You two cannot even begin to fathom her Metaphysical Might, let alone her levels of omnipotence. Her Conceptual Powers and Non-Conceptual Powers are beyond your wildest imaginings."

A brief silence fell over the trio, punctuated only by Azuraella's slow, deliberate movements. She placed her gauntleted index finger into her mouth, as if to confirm her body was functioning correctly, before fixing her gaze on the two primordial dragons.

"Attempting to deceive Azuraella is futile. She is invinci—"

"As if I'd believe that a jester like you is more powerful than me," Tiamat interrupted, her dark blue draconic eyes narrowing dangerously. "Let's see if you can still make such claims after you become my feast. Since you seem to care so little for your head, I'll do you a favour and devour it first."

Unperturbed, Ouroboros casually glanced around the chamber. "Interesting to see a second Throne of Omniverses here. Not surprising, given the Void likely has an endless supply of Incarnates." He emptied his pipe, the ashes scattering like dark snowflakes before he relit it, the flame flickering like a beacon in the dim chaos.

Azuraella clicked her tongue, and with that simple sound, the monochrome world exploded into a riot of colours, each hue more vivid and surreal than the last. "Azuraella finds it pitiful that she has no worthy candidates to inherit her throne, having inherited her predecessor's army of depravity," Azuraella's tone betrayed a hint of boredom. "She has seen their original forms, but finds them more tolerable as undead." The orange-haired maiden played with a swirling chaos orb—Cracky—that radiated entropy, occasionally licking it with a childlike innocence that belied the malevolence within. "As bothersome as this is, Azuraella is here to test the strength of the Void Sovereign's creations—you two. Impress Azuraella, and perhaps you'll earn a seat by her side. As long as you prove useful, she will make an effort to treat you well."

Ouroboros chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with an almost feral excitement. "If that's your offer, then I'll have to decline!" He summoned his halberd—Nexus Piercer—its blade shimmering with an ominous light. He glanced at Tiamat and casually tossed her the blue void orb. "Given how many times you've fallen to my sister's powers over fate and the Akashic Records she created, perhaps it's time you returned to the Void's side. You should be able to wield the orb's power better than I can since you have a stronger connection to the Void than I."

Tiamat caught the orb and swallowed it whole. For a moment, she was silent, her expression unreadable. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, a smile devoid of warmth or mercy. "I'll be honest, Ouroboros—I was planning to betray and devour you in the void corridor. But this place will do just as well." Ebony, eldritch draconic heads sprouted from her back, each one more grotesque than the last. Her empty smile was the harbinger of doom. "How fortunate that I can expand my Abyssal Legion so soon. Despair as you perish alongside these insignificant insects, Ouroboros. For your end is nigh."

The gods and titans quivered, their fear palpable, as Tiamat's eldritch aura suffused the realm. Azuraella's fragmented realm of chaos twisted and warped, gaining a malevolent sentience that reflected Tiamat's dark will and the overwhelming power she exuded.

Ouroboros watched her transformation with a mixture of intrigue and wariness, his own smile a mirror of her empty one. "I don't know why you're angry with me, but we'll settle our differences later. For now, Chaos is my only concern."

His gaze shifted to Azuraella, the tangerine-eyed woman in fiery armour. She regarded Tiamat with the languid interest of someone idly watching a passing cloud, her head tilting slightly as a small, amused smile played on her lips.

"Azuraella certainly found it intriguing, especially when you sank your fangs into her neck," she mused, her tone light yet carrying an undercurrent of menace. "Yog-Sothoth... you cannot hide from me. Azuraella finds it amusing that now she is awake, you are the one who slumbers. Both were deemed impossible. Why do you linger within the Ancient Stress's existence? Is it so comfortable in there?"

Yog-Sothoth's voice, imbued with a serene and soothing quality, emerged from the abstract realm. "Azuraella, it is both curious and heartening to witness your perception of me. As a being bound by cosmic forces yet driven by a desire for harmony, I find myself within Tiamat's existence not by accident, but as part of a greater design."

The vision of a young woman in a white dress, lying in the field of blue grass with white flowers, shimmered softly as Yog-Sothoth spoke. Her calm and confident smile conveyed a sense of purpose and tranquillity. "This image represents my essence—a symbol of the order I strive to manifest amidst the chaos. My presence here is a reflection of my commitment to transform the tumultuous into a reality of balance and peace."

As Ouroboros leapt towards the throne, the battle between gods, titans, and Tiamat reached a fever pitch.

"Chaos!" Ouroboros bellowed, his voice resonating with primal fury. "If you keep staring blankly into the Abyss, you'll be dead before I even get a chance at you! You're my prey!"

The Timeless Roar of the Dragon King erupted from his mighty jaws, a sound that transcended mere auditory perception. It reverberated through the heavens, shaking Olympus to its core.

Marble pillars, once symbols of divine craftsmanship, crumbled like sand under the relentless assault of sonic fury. Mount Olympus groaned and trembled under the weight of the divine and titanic powers locked in combat, unable to withstand the seismic upheaval unleashed by Ouroboros' roar.

Amidst the chaos, Tiamat underwent a horrifying transformation. Her form expanded, her limbs elongating into twisted, monstrous appendages. Her scales darkened to an abyssal black, and wings sprouted from her back, blotting out the sun with their vast shadow, plunging the battlefield into an eternal night.

Azuraella rose slowly from her throne, which transmuted into the Endborn Cleaver, an eleven-ringed greatsword. The rings, infused with chaotic energy, pulsed erratically, casting wild hues across the battlefield and distorting reality itself wherever the blade passed.

The gods and titans, their powers strained to the limit, struggled to maintain their footing amidst the crumbling ruins of Olympus. Rocks and debris rained down around them, adding to the chaos unleashed by the dragon's roar and Tiamat's monstrous transformation. The very fabric of the mythic realm seemed to fray under the onslaught of such immense, uncontainable forces.

The Chaos Maiden observed the disarray with a detached calm, as though she were watching a tranquil scene from the comfort of her own mind. "You destroyed Azuraella's mountain and sent us both to Elysium, far from the Acorn Recess, with your extremely unpleasant, loud roar," she remarked. "This place is making Azuraella feel relaxed and sleepy. How cunning. Was that your plan?" Her gaze drifted to the numerous heroes and virtuous individuals surrounding her. Among them, Achilles, Heracles, and Orpheus recognised her as the Primordial Chaos to varying degrees. Scratching her head, she continued, "This realm is inside Azuraella's realm. Although she doesn't need it, she holds the metaphysical advantage."

Unfazed, Ouroboros replied, "That roar may have decimated more than half of your army, but to us, they are mere insignificant weaklings. My sole objective is to engage you in one-on-one combat. This place was chosen precisely because it is the furthest from Tiamat." He assumed a formidable fighting stance, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Your metaphysical advantage can easily be turned to my favour. I am the Primordial Paradox."

Azuraella rested the Endborn Cleaver on her shoulder, the entropy rings swirling with chaotic energy. Her gaze remained calm yet somewhat absentminded as she observed Ouroboros, who stood across from her, his trench coat billowing in the residual shockwaves of their previous exchange. Without warning, Ouroboros lunged forward, his halberd Nexus Piercer glinting with the cyan light of temporal power.

Azuraella's chaos sphere manifested in an instant, intercepting the halberd's strike with a resonating clash that sent ripples through reality. The energy from the impact twisted the very fabric of space, creating fractures in the air around them. The sphere wobbled but held firm, its chaotic energy stabilising against Ouroboros' fierce onslaught.

Without hesitation, Azuraella swung the Endborn Cleaver downward, aiming to cleave through Ouroboros. With impressive speed, Ouroboros raised his muscular forearm to block the descending blade. The greatsword, with its eleven rings gleaming ominously, began to sink into his flesh. Blood welled at the point of contact as Ouroboros gritted his teeth, the sword's entropy resisting his regenerative powers. The wounds, usually quick to close, struggled against the destructive force of the cleaver.

Ouroboros glanced at the greatsword slowly sinking into his flesh and grinned. "That's one dangerous sword you've got there, but you won't be slaying this dragon with it!" His Metaphysical Might flared around him, a dense and overwhelming aura.

Azuraella's eyes narrowed as she regarded him. "Your halberd has some merit, but your aura does little to impress me," she responded. Her own Metaphysical Might flared into existence, dwarfing Ouroboros' aura and casting a shadow over it. She watched his struggle with half-closed eyes, fighting off the encroaching drowsiness.

"Azuraella warned you," she whispered slowly, her voice laced with a languid drawl, "that she is far beyond your power. Try to keep her awake, little dragon. And no more loud roaring; Azuraella detests that."

As she yawned, unintentionally, the ground beneath Ouroboros' boots began to crack and crumble under the immense pressure of her aura. In response, Ouroboros hurled the pipe from his mouth at her and unleashed his Eclipse Breath of Time—a cyan beam capable of reversing anything it touched. Both the pipe and the beam struck Azuraella squarely, causing the air around her to warp as the beam endeavoured to unravel her existence.

As the beam dissipated, Azuraella remained unscathed, her form untouched by the temporal assault. She had consumed the beam with ease. Exhaling deeply, she inadvertently released a Voidbound Exhalation due to a wave of nausea, which instantaneously obliterated half of Ouroboros' body. Black flames of the Void swiftly consumed the other half, disintegrating flesh and bone with relentless ferocity.

Yet, Ouroboros was not so easily vanquished. Through sheer reflex, the remnants of his form channelled his Non-Conceptual Powers, activating Theseus's Ship—a self-destruction ability that obliterated the remains of his body. In the same breath, a new body materialised where he had fallen, whole and unscathed, as if he had never been injured. Reappearing topless, his eyes burned with fiercer determination. His sapphire warpaint and cerulean divine dragon tattoo glowed with renewed vitality. He retrieved the Nexus Piercer, ready to continue the fight.

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"How about we take this fight beyond the sky?" Ouroboros suggested with a feral grin. A metaphysical divine dragon surged from the ground, its immense jaws closing around Azuraella and lifting her into the air. Ouroboros leapt, seizing the dragon's tail as they soared upward.

As they ascended, Ouroboros caught sight of Tiamat, a colossal eldritch dragon with an infinite array of heads, pursuing Gaia and Kronos towards Delphi. Tiamat appeared to glide through the clouds, her form both majestic and terrifying. "Tiamat... what have you become?" Ouroboros murmured, astonished by the sight of such an eldritch creature for the first time. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, only to be swept away by the fierce air currents.

Transcending the atmosphere, Ouroboros transformed into his colossal Azure Dragon form, his scales shimmering with Metaphysical Might. Spinning in a circle, he conjured a gateway from which emerged two primordial dragons in the guise of women: Huanglong Shengdi and Ao Guang of the Heavenly Sea.

Ao Guang materialised with a burst of divine energy, her appearance striking despite her petite stature. She wore an eyepatch over one eye, and her long, royal turquoise hair cascaded down her back, complementing her turquoise eyes and the black hanfu she adorned. The Nexus Piercer, an enormous halberd in her hand, seemed almost comically oversized.

"Qinglong Shen, you fool!" she snapped, her voice laced with irritation. "This is the second Void Incarnate you've summoned me to combat. I've retired and relinquished my title as Dragon King of the East Sea to you. I've always fought my own battles—why can't you do the same? Just because I lost a game of mahjong to you and swore to the heavens to aid you in your struggles doesn't mean you can drag me into every conflict like this!"

She stomped in frustration, causing ripples in the empty space around her.

"Come now, me summoning you only shows how much I respect your battle prowess; it's a compliment and acknowledgment of the highest order," Ouroboros said smoothly. "Now, consider yourself a living weapon—one that doesn't talk. I've already provided you with all the intelligence I've gathered on this foe. Stay sharp!"

Huanglong, a woman of average height with luxuriant blonde hair and piercing yellow eyes, wore a golden imperial dragon robe. The Xuan-Yuan Sword, housed in its ornate golden sheath, hung at her hip.

Ignoring Ouroboros' flattery, Ao Guang addressed Huanglong. "So, Huanglong, how do you feel about facing this monstrously powerful foe?" She gestured rudely towards Azuraella. "The last time I faced a Void Incarnate—a tall, handsome man with black hair and forest-green eyes—I needed several days to recover and couldn't even go shopping! A single day in the Heavenly Palace feels like an eternity!"

"Azuraella may be relaxed, but even she has limits when it comes to disrespect," Azuraella interjected, her gaze assessing the Metaphysical Might and levels of omnipotence of the three dragons. She observed the names hovering above their heads with interest. "Azuraella is intrigued by Ao Guang's last remark. Kæss'Ius is indeed a recluse and eccentric, much like Azuraella, though in his own unique way. Furthermore, Azuraella believes her abstract art far surpasses his realistic attempts. Did he depict your naked form? How scandalous. Azuraella would appreciate more details."

"N—naked form?! He didn't strike me as the type who'd be interested in that sort of thing. How much does he charge?" Ao Guang inquired, her curiosity piqued. Huanglong cast a disparaging glance in her direction.

"Never mind! I didn't realise you had a taste for gossip, Chaos. Fine, I'll share everything you want to know—but only if you erase yourself from existence and never return," Ao Guang demanded with a firm tone.

Azuraella's face shifted to one of disappointed confusion, clearly taken aback by the condition.

Huanglong, in contrast to Ao Guang, addressed the situation with a more serious demeanour. "I haven't truly retired. As the Emperor of the Central Plain, my opportunities for adventure have become rare. I've answered Qinglong's cry for help out of a sense of obligation and a hint of selfishness," she explained, resting her hand thoughtfully beneath her delicate chin. "I believe the skills I acquired during my monster-slaying days and heroic exploits remain valuable in my current role."

Ouroboros cut in with a confident smirk, "Crying? I didn't hear a peep. Sounds like you've got an overactive imagination."

"Really?" Azuraella chimed in, adopting a playful tone as she mimicked crocodile tears. "Azuraella thought you were in distress."

"Enough fun," growled Ouroboros, his tone hardening with authority. "Chaos," he declared, "can you still measure it? My omnipotence has now surpassed yours. Wake up and take a good look at my Metaphysical Might!"

Azuraella, half-asleep with genuine tears welling from her weary eyes, responded calmly, "Azuraella sees your Metaphysical Might as clear as day. It is you who fails to perceive hers. And among you three, while you may be the largest physically, the little woman is far and away the most powerful."

Before Ao Guang could question who Azuraella referred to as the "little woman," Azuraella lunged at her. Their weapons clashed with earth-shattering force, the void around them trembling under the immense weight of their Metaphysical Might. Each strike distorted reality itself. Huanglong and the Azure Dragon swiftly joined the fray, their coordination flawless as they launched a relentless assault, gradually pushing Azuraella back.

Azuraella observed with a keen interest as Ouroboros' power seemed to surge with each movement—his physical and metaphysical strength escalating, his scales hardening, and his regenerative abilities accelerating. He appeared to be transcending immortality itself. Yet, as she delved into his memories, Azuraella discovered the truth behind his formidable presence. Despite his current prowess, even before the establishment of time and order, Ouroboros had been a dreadful fighter, a late bloomer. She nearly suppressed a laugh at the recollection of his former ineptitude: clumsy movements, poor reaction speed, rigid techniques, and a complete lack of situational awareness. Once, he had been a sheep in wolf's clothing—a mere punching bag.

However, out of the three dragons, he now boasted the greatest durability, endurance, and regenerative capabilities, having undergone the most extensive training. Originally named Qinglong, he had been shaped by rigorous tutelage under masters such as Ao Guang, Akashirae, Sun Wukong, Lü Bu, Shenlong, and even the Ouroboros who had passed on his name. Through relentless effort, he had grown into the largest and most renowned dragon in the East, mastering the manipulation of time and life. Yet, to Azuraella's discerning eye, his paradox powers were but a pale reflection of her own chaos abilities.

She also noted the presence of a long metaphysical dragon, perpetually biting its own tail, hovering around them. Its eyes followed her every move, fortifying her three opponents. This dragon, a manifestation of Ouroboros' essence, attempted to weaken her. Yet, as the embodiment of entropy, she remained unaffected, its efforts futile. Azuraella pondered whether this metaphysical dragon was acting as a realm within her own, which in turn existed within the Void realm.

The Chaos Maiden remained vigilant, her attention drawn to the mythical and divine sword that Huanglong wielded—a weapon she sensed could inflict damage far beyond a mere superficial wound. Huanglong, the yellow dragon, was extraordinarily agile, the fastest among the three dragons, with reaction speeds unmatched even by the swiftest of their kind. Her experience in battling and slaying powerful opponents was evident in every calculated move she made. Huanglong's efficiency in combat was such that she seemed even faster than she truly was, her impeccable concentration and mental fortitude sharpening her already formidable technical fighting style.

However, Huanglong was not just a master of precision; she excelled in making judicious, high-risk manoeuvres when necessary. Her command over earth and gravity was both exacting and aggressive, leaving her opponents with little to no opportunity to regroup or retaliate. Despite possessing the least Metaphysical Might of the three dragons, which rendered her more vulnerable to reality-warping attacks or Thought Erasure, her sheer speed allowed her to transcend such assaults. Even Azuraella's potent Entropy Aura, most lethal in close proximity, failed to harm her. This led Azuraella to wonder if Huanglong had somehow transcended the very concept of speed and all related dimensions.

Azuraella regarded Ao Guang as a formidable and surprisingly complex combatant, perhaps the most unexpected of the three dragons. Despite her relatively limited experience in battle and her small stature, Ao Guang was both physically and metaphysically the strongest among them. She embodied a unique blend of characteristics: the cunning of an assassin, the raw power of a berserker, and the intellect of an archmage. Her levels of omnipotence surpassed even those of Yahweh at his peak—a fact that struck Azuraella as peculiar unless Ao Guang was either a mutant primordial or had been blessed by a force equal to or greater than Yahweh himself.

Ao Guang's command over storm and water was deceptively understated; what appeared to be a modest display of power often masked a force of catastrophic potential. Yet, it was in her mastery of Metaphysical Might where her true prowess lay. Ao Guang had an uncanny ability to manipulate this power, often overwhelming her opponents' attacks and defences with an artfulness rarely seen. Unlike the brute force typical of most reality warpers, including Azuraella herself, Ao Guang's approach was more akin to a refined art form. Azuraella found the complexity of Ao Guang's reality-warping abilities both annoying and awe-inspiring; it was so skilfully executed that it effectively countered her own chaotic methods.

Azuraella, who had always revelled in the beauty of chaos, found herself unexpectedly admiring the elegance of Ao Guang's manipulation of reality. It was a rare equilibrium of order and chaos, a harmony that few could master. Aside from Yog-Sothoth, Idea, and a select few others, Azuraella had never encountered anyone who could warp reality with such intricacy and sophistication.

To her own surprise, one of Azuraella's infinite minds began to assess the situation with uncharacteristic clarity. Realising the peril she faced, she knew that allowing her opponents to maintain their momentum could lead to a disastrous outcome.

Ao Guang, seizing the moment, channelled her immense power into the Nexus Piercer. With a fluid motion, she seemingly hurled the weapon forward, shouting, "Celestial Convergence!" Instantly, the halberd multiplied infinitely, the fabric of reality itself deceived into believing each one was genuine. The replicas flew with such speed and unpredictability that they became tangible, each one piercing through every omniverse they encountered.

"These barbs of hers," the Azure Dragon began, his voice resonating with authority, "nullify absolute omnipotence, transcendence, and even immortality. They carry the amplified power of all the omniverses, paradoxical in nature. As they pass through, only the wielder of the halberd and her allies grow stronger. You, however, will be drained, weakened, and ultimately torn to shreds."

Irritation flared in Ao Guang's voice as she snapped, "Idiot! How many times have I told you to stop doing that? Why are you explaining my technique so thoroughly? What a ridiculous skill to be good at!"

Undeterred and acting out of sheer habit, Azuraella reached out to touch one of the barbs. Though her power far surpassed absolute omnipotence, making it largely irrelevant to her, she felt its effect—an uncomfortable, searing pain. The barb annihilated the section of her gauntlet it touched in less than an instant, forcing her to withdraw her hand.

Without hesitation, Ao Guang charged directly at Azuraella, her movements fluid and unrelenting. Huanglong, ever the opportunist, launched precise attacks, expertly weaving between the chaos. In response, Azuraella released Cracky, her chaos orb, which duplicated infinitely along the trajectories of the Nexus Piercers. The orbs disrupted the halberds' ability to multiply, constricting the battlefield and limiting the dragons' strategic options.

The Azure Dragon endured a relentless barrage from the chaos orbs that darted along the barbs, but his regeneration outpaced the damage inflicted. Huanglong and Ao Guang navigated the chaos orbs with ease—Huanglong through her transcendent speed, and Ao Guang by neutralising the orbs' effects, though only for herself.

Azuraella remarked, "Omnipotence means little to Azuraella. She has never relied on it; her Metaphysical Might alone can easily overpower even Yahweh himself."

Huanglong responded, "Indeed. Omnipotence, regardless of its source or level, cannot kill a primordial, nor is it unique to them; even a few gods possess it. However, it can enhance a primordial's Metaphysical Might, and any advantage is worth having."

The Azure Dragon unleashed an Eclipse Breath of Time, a torrent of cyan flames that reversed the flow of time for his enemies. Azuraella, momentarily caught off guard, felt the effect as nothing more than a light breeze, thanks to the overwhelming disparity in their Metaphysical Might. The attack allowed Ouroboros' allies to bypass time and related transcendent concepts, giving them a strategic advantage.

Huanglong, seizing the opportunity, aimed to drive her sword into Azuraella's heart. However, Azuraella intercepted the blade with her index and middle fingers. With a faint grimace of discomfort, she said, "Very well, do it. Pierce Azuraella's heart and see what happens when you try to put her to sleep." She released her grip, letting the sword pierce her heart. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she appeared to fall lifelessly.

Despite her seemingly lifeless state, Huanglong found herself unable to withdraw the sword. Frustrated, she performed a Divine Dragon Side Chop with her bare hand, decapitating the Chaos Maiden effortlessly.

Suddenly, immense eldritch wings unfurled from Azuraella's back, and flames ignited at the tips of her hair. The headless body began to thrash violently at Huanglong, who deftly evaded the attacks. Seizing the moment, Huanglong grasped the hilt of the Xuan-Yuan Sword with one hand, pulling Azuraella towards her while delivering a powerful Dragon's Head Strike to the chest of the headless body. A golden serpent emerged, coiling tightly around the headless form, restraining it.

With a swift motion, Huanglong positioned the Xuan-Yuan Sword before her, one hand steady on the blade as she chanted. From a transcendent plane, countless forgotten dragon swords materialised around her. She then executed her Yellow Dragon's Infinite Rift-Cleaving Slash, slicing through the headless body in a series of rapid, successive strikes. Each contact with the Xuan-Yuan Sword resonated with the dragon swords, creating a radiant draconic aura that extended with each cut.

In a breathtaking display of speed, Huanglong landed an infinite number of slashes in less than zero seconds. Appearing behind the headless body, she swung her infinitely long sword with precision, aiming directly at Azuraella's head.

Instead of the head taking damage, Huanglong suddenly felt the repercussions of the headless body's earlier assaults, despite her deft evasions. Deep bruises materialised on her body, like sand settling in an hourglass, causing her imperial hat to topple from her head. As Huanglong's injuries accumulated, the headless body turned around, its Chaos Armour shattered. This revealed an eldritch eyeball embedded in the upper torso of the seemingly sleeping woman, with eldritch skin encroaching upon her human form. The headless eldritch woman grew stronger in direct response to Huanglong's mounting damage.

"Return to your realm, Huanglong! Cease your Metaphysical Projection immediately!" commanded Ao Guang, as she conjured a bubble of water between Huanglong and the headless woman. The bubble burst, propelling them both in opposite directions. Huanglong landed atop the Azure Dragon.

Acknowledging Ao Guang's command, Huanglong addressed Ouroboros while pressing a hand to her right eye. "I'll take my leave now. This was a good workout, but I hope my real body isn't left with a black eye. Good luck—try to avoid any more brain damage, Qinglong." With that, her Metaphysical Projection returned to the yellow dragon's realm before Ouroboros could respond.

Ouroboros, deep in thought about the eldritch powers he had witnessed—whether they involved Temporal Paradox, Retrocausality, or an unfamiliar law of causality—suddenly felt a hand crushing his scales and tearing through his flesh.

Ao Guang floated in space, unconscious and bloodied, having endured a prolonged and gruelling battle against the headless eldritch woman. As she regained consciousness, she saw the eldritch creature flinging Ouroboros around like a ragdoll, smashing his colossal form into every omniverse within the Chaos realm. Her body was battered, aching, and weary. "Damn it, it hurts so much," she murmured. "I should be shopping for cute clothes or enjoying a relaxing bath in the Heavenly Palace..."

Before she could finish her thought, the headless body appeared before her. There was a brief, tense silence. Noticing the stars around them, Ao Guang attempted a light-hearted remark. "If hugs were stars, I'd send you a galaxy every day just to show you how much you mean to me!" She offered a tentative smile, hoping to avoid further harm.

The headless body, however, responded with brutal efficiency. It seized Ao Guang and executed an Eldritch Argentine Backbreaker, causing her to cry out, "Wait, stop! I'm not equipped for this kind of punishment!" before slamming her into an indestructible moon created by Azuraella's unconsciousness. Ao Guang barely registered the armoured flying kick that followed, which propelled her through the moon, obliterating it entirely.

The headless body of Azuraella moved with eerie grace, cradling her severed head in one arm as if she were merely napping. Her expression remained serene, as if lost in a pleasant dream. Around her, the fragmented remains of the Azure Dragon drifted, having been cleaved apart by her Endborn Cleaver. Without hesitation, Azuraella's mouth opened, and a black hole emerged, pulling the dismembered parts towards it and crushing them into nothingness.

One of the Azure Dragon's scales, detached from its former owner, flew through the void and followed Ao Guang, who was being pulled into the atmosphere of an orange gas giant. The azure scale settled onto her chest, the remnants of her black hanfu tattered and worn from the battle. As Ao Guang descended into the planet's lower atmosphere, her thoughts drifted to Yuwu, the Dragon of the Jade Void, known to many as the Jade Emperor.

Yuwu, a young woman with flowing pink hair and guileless blue eyes, was embroiled in a fierce battle, swinging Tianwen, her colossal meteor hammer, at both Sun Wukong and Nezha. With her large breasts and platinum dragon wings, she cut a cute yet imposing figure, her green faceplate and gleaming plate armour adding to her formidable presence. Meanwhile, Ao Guang observed the clash while being massaged by her maid, her sharp eyes assessing the progress of the two young warriors.

"Wukong," Ao Guang chided, "your mind is as scattered as the wind. You rely too much on your tricks and brute strength, but without focus, you're just a powerful fool. How long will you let your arrogance blind you to the subtleties of true combat?"

To Nezha, her critique was no less pointed: "Nezha, you charge like a wild boar, but all that strength is wasted if you leave yourself wide open. Martial prowess isn't just about brute force; it's about control and discipline. Your recklessness will be your undoing."

Her rebuke was sharp and clear: "Stop relying on your supernatural abilities as a crutch. True mastery comes from understanding the art of combat, not just from wielding power. Your dependence on your gifts makes you predictable, and predictability in battle is the same as defeat."

A defiant Nezha, floating on his Wind Fire Wheels with his Fire-tipped Spear in hand, taunted, "Hey, Ao Guang! If you think you're so great, come fight the Jade Emperor!"

Sun Wukong, hefting his enormous Ruyi Jingu Bang, added with a smirk, "We've never seen you fight—can you even hold your own?"

Out of nowhere, Yuwu chimed in with a surprising announcement, "Ao Guang is my successor! I've been thinking of travelling across the omniverses!"

"Eh? What do you mean by that, Yuwu?" Ao Guang questioned, her voice laced with surprise. Sun Wukong, momentarily distracted, fumbled and dropped his enormous staff, causing Nezha to get caught beneath it. Oblivious to the chaos around her, Yuwu smiled warmly at Ao Guang, even as the heavy staff landed squarely on her own head, her airheadedness rendering her blissfully unaware of the mishap. Meanwhile, Sun Wukong and Nezha continued to squabble, entirely oblivious to the larger implications of Yuwu's words.

Ao Guang snapped back to the present, her irritation evident. "Quinlong... you pervert. Of all the places to land, you chose my chest. Is this how you repay your master? I thought you had outgrown your mischievous ways. You might appear as a man now, but you're still the same boy who used to pester me until I agreed to train you."

From the scale, Ouroboros's voice echoed with a hint of amusement. "If you're still able to tease me, I suppose you're doing well. I was merely checking for your heartbeat. My interests lie solely with my twin sister, Master Ao Guang. Your flat chest holds no appeal for me."

Ao Guang lifted the scale from her chest and hurled it with immense force. The scale spiralled around the planet numerous times, each orbit amplifying Ouroboros's physical and metaphysical attributes. With each circuit, it evolved, ultimately transforming into a majestic dragonoid form.

Feeling revitalised, Ao Guang executed several front flips in mid-air before gracefully landing on the gaseous surface of the planet. She wiped the blood from her eye as Ouroboros descended beside her.

"You know," Ouroboros remarked, glancing at Ao Guang's eyepatch and idly scratching his cheek, "you could head back to your realm and leave Chaos to me. I can't help but feel a bit sorry seeing you like this." He sighed, adding, "Run along now, little girl."

Ao Guang responded with a decisive slap on his back. "Why would I do that?" she asked, her voice resolute. "I appreciate the concern, but it's rather late for sympathy. I don't abandon things midway." She conjured a hand mirror and began brushing her hair with a nonchalant elegance. "Did you foresee my death through your Bootstrap Paradox?" Ouroboros shook his head. Ao Guang continued, "Chaos is indeed impeding my omniscience, but I will remain for a while longer. Should I choose to depart, you might want to consider retreating as well."

At that moment, Azuraella's headless form reappeared before them, her severed head still cradled in her arm. She raised her Endborn Cleaver, its dark energy pulsing ominously before she unleashed a Nuclear Chaos. The attack manifested as a series of explosive orange waves, radiating outward in cataclysmic novas, each one more devastating than the last.

Ouroboros acted with swift resolve. Summoning Akasha, a crimson draconic Zweihänder, he brandished the sword, its blade gleaming with a fierce, intimidating aura. "I, Ouroboros, King of Dragons, shall vanquish the chaos before me!" he proclaimed, entering his Pleroma state. His dragonoid form ignited in cyan flames, and with a single, sweeping stroke of his sword, he dispersed the approaching Nuclear Chaos.

"Akashirae, my beloved sister, guide me," he murmured, invoking her name for strength and support. As he drew upon the memory of his sister, a moment of unexpected vulnerability surfaced—an accidental encounter with her, entirely unclothed, emerging from a private hot spring within the Dragon Palace. Instead of feeling embarrassment, he found strength and empowerment in the recollection, appreciating the profound connection they shared.

'That's the kind of bond that makes me unstoppable,' he thought, feeling a surge of invincible power.

"Beware, Chaos!" Ao Guang declared, her voice resonating with unyielding confidence. "My scales shine so brightly they'll illuminate the heavens!" She transformed into her platinum dragonoid form, her power escalating to unprecedented levels. With the Nexus Piercer firmly in hand, she invoked the Starlight Serpent Portal. A radiant wormhole tore open the sky, unleashing an unending horde of primordial serpents. Each serpent adapted to its environment with astonishing agility, their presence inspiring both fear and awe in all who witnessed their might.

Azuraella's eleven-ring greatsword pulsed with malevolent energy, each Entropy Ring detaching and expanding to orbit her like a formidable asteroid belt. An orange mist enveloped her, punctuated by a single, unsettling speck of black mist. The black mist coalesced into a whisper, its youthful, female voice resonating throughout the realm: "True Chaos is formless, rendering all things insignificant. Can the azure and platinum dragons even fathom their existence as mere dreams within it? Can you, who are but a shadow of our power, truly grasp the essence of Chaos and vanquish it?"

Ouroboros, utilising every paradoxical power at his disposal, murmured, "Whose voice is that? Another Void Incarnate?"

"It doesn't matter! Stay focused!" Ao Guang shouted. "And remember what I said about—"

As the boundaries between dream and reality began to blur and dissolve, Ouroboros found himself grasping a blue void orb, the memory of that confrontation with Azuraella slipping away. Tiamat's eyes narrowed with suspicion as she scrutinised him. "Why do you look so weak all of a sudden? Are you backing down?"

"What do you mean, Princess Tiamat?" Ouroboros inquired, his mind still struggling to determine whether he remained ensnared in Chaos' elaborate dreamscape.

In response, Tiamat spat a torrent of saliva into his face. Calmly, Ouroboros removed the pipe from his mouth, giving it a gentle shake. It renewed itself instantly, lighting up once more as he placed it back between his lips. The acidic Entropy Saliva gnawed at his flesh, but his regenerative abilities rendered the damage trivial.

His expression grew grim. "From my mastery of the Bootstrap Paradox and countless simulations, I've discovered no means to defeat Chaos. Eventually, her powers will undermine my paradoxes, leading to our downfall. Her Metaphysical Might has transcended anything I've encountered before—perhaps it's no longer merely metaphysical. This must be how unruly gods with absolute omnipotence felt when they faced me and became my quarry. We need to escape this realm. I can only hope that Huanglong and Ao Guang have successfully returned to their own realms."

Tiamat scoffed at his hesitation and rambling. "Who? Just move aside," she snapped. "I'll deal with Chaos—by which I mean, I'll devour her."

Ignoring his warning, Tiamat advanced with unshakable confidence. Before she could act, Ouroboros transformed into his colossal azure dragon form and swiftly seized her in his jaws. With a powerful sweep of his body, he charged towards the palace's edge, intent on making a quick escape. As he barreled through the chaos, he sent titans and gods sprawling, and the palace began to collapse under the force of his rampage.

Azuraella, seated on her throne, observed with a detached gaze as the Chaos Palace was torn apart around her. "Why did he destroy Azuraella's palace and flee so hastily?" she pondered aloud. Uranus, towering over even the titans, was on the verge of crashing down upon her. However, Azuraella's Eldritch Tongue cleaved through the titan, slicing him in half.

Tiamat struggled fiercely, eventually breaking free with a surge of power. She landed gracefully on familiar train tracks, far from Mount Olympus. Ouroboros reverted to his human form and alighted beside her.

"Lumi'Nae," he muttered, raising the blue orb. It emitted a faint glow, but nothing more. Frustration crept into his voice. "I thought this spot might be our way out. I was wrong."

Tiamat's derisive laughter sliced through his disappointment. "That was your brilliant plan?" she mocked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why not just hand over the orb? I could make far better use of it."

Ignoring her taunt, Ouroboros tightened his grip on the orb, refusing to relinquish it. "You'll only use it recklessly and get me killed," he warned.

Tiamat arched an eyebrow, her voice laced with amusement. "So, I'll survive then? That's all that truly matters, isn't it?"

Their argument intensified, tension crackling between them, when suddenly the sky darkened, heralding Azuraella's descent. Her presence was overwhelming, inescapable.

"Planning to leave already?" she inquired, her voice a blend of weary curiosity. "Azuraella was quite sincere about her offer. All you need to do is kill her—she won't resist." She raised a peace sign, her smile awkward and faintly apologetic.

"Kill you?" Ouroboros retorted, his tone laced with scepticism. "Your immortality dwarfs my own, making it seem almost ephemeral by comparison. I had thought that primordials whose true form of transcendence is formless were mere relics of a bygone era, their rebellion against the Primordial Void long since quashed." He cast a sidelong glance at Tiamat, who had once been entangled in that very rebellion.

Tiamat scoffed, "What? I joined the rebellion solely to amass power for myself. Power is paramount—without it, you're as good as dead, even if you're technically alive. I can't believe I have to spell out such a basic principle to you, Paradox."

Ouroboros patted Tiamat's head, but she quickly removed his hand with a scowl. Turning his attention back to Azuraella, he said, "I suppose as a Void Incarnate, you've been granted your true powers once more—and perhaps even more than that."

"So, you've caught a glimpse of Azuraella's power," she remarked, her voice tinged with disappointment as she peered through Ouroboros' Bootstrap Paradox. "You've been slain by her countless times—even when she was merely napping. And when she was fully awake? You never stood a chance then, either."

"Pathetic. And you dare call yourself the Dragon King after repeatedly losing to that undead jester?" Tiamat sneered, her silver plate armour gleaming as she stepped forward, a white aura swirling around her. With a condescending smile, she taunted, "Hey, bitch, why don't you..." The space between them collapsed in an instant as Tiamat's Eldritch Dragon Claw hurtled toward Azuraella's face. "Die for me!"

Azuraella raised her chin just as the blow connected. The impact unleashed an eldritch shockwave, warping the landscape into twisted, living flesh. The train tracks beneath them morphed into a writhing double helix, while a delayed tornado of disembodied eyes spiralled around them.

Tiamat smirked, her expression dripping with disdain. "How cute. So you can take a hit. Impressive? Hardly." With a flicker of her eyes, her other arm transformed into an Eldritch Dragon Claw, mirroring the first. She unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, each blow faster and more devastating than the last, her power surging with every swing.

Faint scratches momentarily marred Azuraella's face before vanishing. In response, Azuraella's eldritch tongue darted out, wrapping around Tiamat's face like a grotesque scarf. With a sudden, brutal yank, she pulled Tiamat close and drove her knee into Tiamat's stomach, shattering the armour shielding her abs and forcing a gasp of pain from her lips.

Tiamat seemed to waver for a moment, but her legs propelled her forward with renewed force. She swiftly ensnared Azuraella with her legs, encircling her torso. With both hands gripping Azuraella's head, Tiamat began to deliver a relentless series of headbutts.

Ouroboros, pipe still in his mouth, exhaled a thick cloud of Cyanide Smoke that enveloped both women. The toxic fumes targeted only Azuraella, yet it was Tiamat who snarled in frustration from within the smoke.

As the cloud slowly dispersed, Tiamat was revealed suspended in midair, Azuraella's eldritch tongue coiled tightly around her in a Takate Kote bind. The tongue constricted Tiamat's muscular abs, which bore the marks of the battle, her body glistening with sweat and drool. Tiamat's growls of anger and defiance were muffled as she struggled against the relentless grip.

"Oi... what are you doing?" Ouroboros asked, his pipe slipping from his mouth and clattering onto the ballast. "Are you finding this comfortable? Though I suppose the damaged plate armour doesn't exactly scream relaxation."

"Your questions couldn't be more idiotic. Hurry up and get me out of this, Paradox!" Tiamat snapped, her anger clear despite the compromising position.

Oddly, it was Azuraella who blushed. "Still so powerful, even in humiliation. Azuraella thinks you look good in plate armour. You're worthy to serve her."

Ouroboros rushed in to intervene, locking Azuraella in a rear chokehold, though she remained unfazed. He increased his power, shouting in frustration.

Irritated by the incessant noise, Azuraella released Tiamat, retracting her eldritch tongue with a dismissive snap. A Monochrome Sphere materialised around them, draining all colour from the surroundings and sapping their will to fight, vitality, and endurance while crushing the dragons' bodies with its oppressive force. Azuraella then thrust her hand into Ouroboros's side, her fingers wrapping around his external oblique. With a disturbing inhumanity, she twisted her wrist.

"Argh! Chaos, how about a deal? Release us, and we'll grant you the same courtesy," Ouroboros proposed, leaning heavily on her as if she were a crutch but stubbornly refusing to release his grip.

Azuraella tilted her head, pressing her chin against Ouroboros's forearm with a crushing force. "That doesn't make any sense," she mused. "Let Azuraella think." Ouroboros buried his face in his other forearm, desperately stifling a scream as the pressure intensified.

Tiamat struggled to rise but was immediately met with a relentless barrage of tongue lashes, each strike faster than time itself could register. The blows incessantly targeted her already battered abs, causing her to crumple to the ground, gasping for breath. "Why do you keep hitting the same spot, you bitch?" she demanded, her voice strained with pain.

Azuraella glanced down absentmindedly, her thoughts drifting to the various bondage techniques she might explore next. "Azuraella is simply tenderising your beautifully sculpted abs," she remarked.

As Azuraella contemplated her next move, two colossal tentacles suddenly materialised from the void—one pinning her down, while the other grasped both Tiamat and Ouroboros. Recognising the intervention, Azuraella remarked, "How peculiar. The Void Sovereign deems this trivial conflict worthy of her attention? Azuraella and these two primordial servants should be beneath her concern. Is this also your doing, Yog-Sothoth?" She recalled sensing an enigmatic presence within the Void Sovereign during their encounter in the Realm of Distortion, but had dismissed it as inconsequential at the time. With a swift, decisive motion, the primordial dragons were hurled into the air and pulled through a portal conjured by the Sovereign's tentacle. They emerged from Lumi'Nae's belly, disoriented and in a completely different location.

Lumi'Nae sat on a bench at a tranquil picnic table, her demeanour serene. They landed in a bustling amusement park, where the menacing entrance of a haunted house loomed over the cheerful chaos of the carnival rides and games. The laughter and excitement of the park's attractions, while lively, created a jarring shift from the previous chaos.

"What's happening?!" Ouroboros exclaimed, his astonishment palpable as he took in the vibrant amusement park. Relief swept over him at the sight of Lumi'Nae. "Well, this is a turn-up for the books. I had no idea Void Incarnates had such a flair for dramatic exits," he said, a hint of dry irony in his voice as he clenched his fist in frustration. "It seems my own power is still rather wanting, your Unfathomable Majesty."

"That's right, you've got a long road ahead, bud." Tiamat, visibly displeased, snatched Lumi'Nae's water bottle and took a swig, only to grimace at the taste. She glanced at the label—Eve—with evident distaste before exhaling a breath that transformed the water into saltwater.

Their dramatic emergence from Lumi'Nae's belly elicited startled glances from the surrounding crowd. A child exclaimed, "Mama, did you see that? Two cosplayers just came out of that woman's belly!"

Unfazed by the commotion, Lumi'Nae subtly altered their memories, ensuring that the bizarre event would be forgotten. The crowd swiftly resumed their carefree enjoyment of the park, oblivious to the strange occurrence.

Sathiel arrived moments later, balancing three trays of food with remarkable skill. Two trays were held in her hands, while the third, secured by her red, demonic energy channelled through her light brown hair, rested perfectly on top of her head. Each tray featured a selection of wholesome fare: vibrant fresh fruit slices, including juicy watermelon and crisp apple wedges, accompanied by crisp vegetable sticks such as carrots, celery, and bell peppers with a side of creamy hummus. There were also mixed greens salads adorned with grilled chicken, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and a light vinaigrette, as well as quinoa bowls topped with roasted vegetables and a sprinkling of feta cheese.

She glanced at Ouroboros and Tiamat with mild regret. "I would have brought more if I'd known you two were coming."

Akashirae appeared soon after, her eyes lighting up with a warm smile as she greeted Ouroboros. "Brother," she said, nodding towards Tiamat. "Abyss."

From within Lumi'Nae's Void-Cloaked Mantle, Nemesis' voice emerged, tinged with concern. "Esteemed Ouroboros, Tiamat—what has caused your delay?"

Ouroboros, weary from the recent chaos, took a sip from Lumi'Nae's water bottle, only to immediately spit it out as the saltwater hit his tongue. The water, passing through Lumi'Nae, who had momentarily become intangible, landed on Sathiel's black armour.

"Whoa, that was unexpected," Sathiel remarked, holding a grilled chicken salad she had been about to eat. "I hope everything is alright, Sir Halberd."

Lumi'Nae handed Ouroboros a protein-packed snack bar and a refreshing smoothie. "Please, tell us what happened," she encouraged, her tone gentle yet curious.

"Don't you possess absolute omniscience and thus know all the answers, Void? Then again, with your incomprehensible grasp of reality, even absolute omniscience must seem like mere child's play to you. You're less a revealer of false knowledge and more an enigma unto yourself." Ouroboros glanced up at the slowly turning Ferris wheel, observing people boarding a nearby roller coaster. "What began as a peaceful day quickly turned into a chaotic ordeal. I'm not even certain whether I'm alive or dead at this point."

Akashirae's red fox ears twitched in recognition. "It took a while, but my Divine Mind has finally pieced together the events. Rather than recount them, I'll show everyone what transpired."

"Much appreciated," Ouroboros replied. "You've always had a talent for that sort of thing."

"Good thing too," Tiamat muttered, already striding towards the roller coaster, her massive, spiked tail leaving grooves in the ground. "He wouldn't have explained it properly anyway." She had already snatched and devoured the protein-packed snack bar meant for Ouroboros and casually took his smoothie with her as well.

Ouroboros watched her walk away. "And here I thought we were making progress... She might be even more unpredictable than Lü Bu. But I've got to hand it to her—her tenacity is something else. She just keeps pushing forward without a second glance." He then turned to Lumi'Nae with a sigh. "Tch. I've got a long way to go, haven't I? You should've told me how far beneath your level I really am. I made a fool of myself out there."

"Would it have made a difference if I had?" Lumi'Nae replied. "I doubt it. You're a warrior, driven by the thrill of challenge. Trials like these are what truly ignite your spirit. They forge you stronger and sharper, much like a blade tempered in fire."

Sathiel chimed in, "Okay, so you probably won't beat Lady Lumi'Nae in a fight or any big challenge she's really set on winning. Some things are just way out of reach. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't give it your best shot, right? Just try to avoid attracting unnecessary battles if you can..."