134 - Birth of the Commandments

I looked over my body humming with pleasure at the feeling of it. While my divine body and human avatar felt very dextrous, this form was not.

If anything it was slow.

I was huge, towering over the very trees as I moved. I felt like was walking through water always having to carefully part the sea of foliage and trees below me.

Fortunately, a trait of the Olden I loved was their affinity to wildlife. Their very steps had the trees moving about and their sways made the birds sing.

These beautiful things had a sort of frailty and cuteness to them that the various animals of the God realm didn't bear. They perched on my branches and my hair. My hair was of moss and leaves.

How lovable.

I finally stopped having arrived at the point of my task. A little village of animals clustered together under the protection of an Earth Crest Olden.

The Oldens came with different Soul crests, from air to fire to earth and so on. Only elements like lightning and Darkness were unfound with the Olden. I already found it bizarre for trees to be aflame so was glad dad stopped there. I hope.

They were covered with lines that depicted their elemental affinity and within their trunks or chest held together by the purest of magic was a rhizome-shaped gem in varying colors with a Legendary Rulerune etched on both it and the Oldens' chest.

The Olden I was supposed to meet was the supposed wisest of all. He was grounded and well-attuned to his elements. All I had to do was teach him a lot more.

Audka was his name. And one day he would be a legend amongst the Olden.

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The dragons of Merrenok just like the Oldens had grown. Their sizes towering to behemoth levels. It didn't take much time for the dragons to find their entire race and bond.

Soon groups of dragons could be seen flying over continents and such.

Pyrkam had a lot to teach them. The dragon's pride made it difficult to show them things they didn't know as they assumed themselves intelligent.

Their love for wealth and the Earth's metals had them tearing into the ground to dig up these precious stones. Each one fighting to amass a hoard greater than the other.

Infact so serious was this spectacle that it led to the very first wars of Merrenok. The Hoard Wars. Much to Erizos' amusement and Pyrkam's embarrassment.

The dragons were unable to kill the other due to each having the same very immense strength and began collaborating to form alliances.

The string though was broken when the first Dragon fell from the sky.

Pyrkam was a seven-headed dragon god who had pride and adored strength. Still, he hated stupidity.

Watching with aghast eyes as the first dragon a creature covered in blue scales and beautiful silver eyes fell his anger, something that had never been felt in ages since his birth exploded.

Pyrkam saw these dragons as his children, he saw them as his little ones that he was meant to guide. Yet before him, one had fallen for no proper reason but a handful of rocks that he considered junk compared to the Davstung of Vitmort or the Emperia Oz used to craft the Jomungadar sailors.

His body shuddered as grief clouded his mind and anger strangely at himself for letting it reach this stage burned in his heart.

Then Pyrkam roared and the world shook. His divinity poured out of him as his avatar became majestic and tyrannical. His eyes went from the crimson red he had designed to a flaring gold that sent chills down the back of the surrounding dragons.

"How dare you slay your kin !" his voice thundered even as the winds picked up around him. Thunder rumbled in the skies and parts of the world dimmed while others lighted up.

Space was shattering and mending, his divinity affecting reality and the weather.

Before Pyrkam could say whatever anger-induced speech he had something he never expected happened.

From the grounds tore a root. It shot up like an arrow while still connected to the ground and like a thick lasso bound the dragon god's feet. Then without hesitating, it pulled him down and smashed into the ground.

Silence.

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GOD REALM

"Ab shit"

In a little room by the standards of all rooms in the Divine palace sat Erizos. The god was dressed in a long white and gold robe, Vailex floating by his side and his four eyes looking grimly at the scene.

"What is he doing?". he whispered.

"I feel it". His eyes moved from the scene shown on a large silver mirror of sorts with different grids separating from other screens which showed scenes from other realms. There were countless screams yet Merrenok's was the largest.

His eyes leaving the screen could only narrow as they zoomed out of the realm. Through the dimensional walls that separated the realms and into the Vulkans realm.

There he saw it. He could stop it but he hesitated to ponder if it would be beneficial or not. That hesitation would be remembered by Erizos in some moments as a mistake and others as a good thing.

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VULKANS REALM

Home to the fires of the multiverse. The one place where every elemental fiery entities existed as true beings and not just a lock of flame.

This was Velces world. His kingdom. Even his father respected his decisions concerning his realm, something Velces loved about the man.

After all the creatures here were all his father's yet he was trusted to care for them in his way. No trust was better than this.

Yet a slight burst of anger from him had almost led to the destruction of Osvildas. The black fire was chaotic and as such problematic.

While he knew this he somehow had little control over his emotions lately. He felt like he was getting incensed over the smallest things. Yet he refused to talk to his father about it. Eager to solve a problem without depending on Erizos.

As such he had an epiphany. Since gods could do all then why not just regress or separate such emotion?

And he did. He pulled out as much of the emotions as he could and formed a new being out of it. Not life but a sentient will of sorts.

Hovering in his hand the little thing was barely larger than a human baby's toe. Yet instantly it changed.

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MERRENOK

Pyrkam was, and would always be a dragon. Whether god or mortal, dragons were popular for one thing. One thing that Erizos made sure to include in creating them.

Their Pride. The reason for the Hoard war. And now the reason for what came next.

Having a root grab and slam you into the floor before your expected followers were something that Pyrkam considered shameful. So shameful that he blazed with undisguised rage.

Pyrkam without a pause bit down on the root and tugged. Simultaneously he cast a singular skill.

IGNORE - Wade through the laws of the divine without repercussions.

DIVINITY - 10 ( Can Increase depending on the authority of the god's law)

Since the rule he was breaking now was his father's Pyrkam felt a whiplash of energy abscond from him yet he ignored it as space shattered and he found himself tugging out the consciousness of Nuknuk.

At first, he paused surprised. Why it was obvious that the world tree had been the one to attack him he had not even been thinking.

Then his anger returned even more as he realized that something, not even a deity level had slammed him down like a doll. Pyrkam forgetting he was nothing but an avatar right now bellowed with rage as he maw opened.

From within spilled dragon's breath, mixed with a bit of divinity the flames would be destructive to all it touched.

Nuknuk floating in the air in his ethereal form could feel the danger looming as his eyes widened.

'What have I angered'.

Yet his words were left as that, words. The flame arrived before his consciousness. He could already feel it searing him as it descended to obliterate.