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Awesome. Here comes Chapter 4 of Scarlet Dragon King—Shiva's grand entrance. We'll show her divine power, her intrigue in Eric, and a clash that nearly shakes reality.

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Scarlet Dragon King – Chapter 4: The Dance of Destruction

The sky above Kuoh cracked.

It wasn't thunder. It wasn't magic.

It was something older.

Eric stood at the center of the clearing behind the school, golden light spiraling around him in waves. His aura pulsed, shaking the leaves, warping the air. For days, something had been calling him—something that tugged at his dragon core like a silent, burning whisper.

Now, it was here.

A ripple tore open the space above him. Reality bent inward, then exploded outward in a lotus of flame and shadow.

And she descended.

Not with grace.

Not with mercy.

But with power.

Feet touched earth with a silent quake. The grass wilted beneath her divine presence. She was beauty wrapped in storm—a woman of striking form, deep skin kissed by celestial fire, adorned in armor that shimmered like dusk and dawn combined.

Her four arms moved in perfect balance, each motion telling a story of life, war, and annihilation.

Eric's eyes narrowed. "You're not from this realm."

"I am from all realms," she said, her voice like the echo of galaxies dying. "I am the end of illusions. The breaker of cycles."

She stepped closer. "I am Shiva."

He didn't bow. "I'm not here to worship."

She smiled—not kindly. "Good. I'm not here to be worshipped."

Her energy flared—a fiery lotus blooming behind her, rivers of dancing sparks spiraling around her form. Trees snapped. The clouds swirled into a whirlpool above them.

"I've watched you, Eric Aivor. You are an error that should not exist."

"Then why haven't you erased me?"

"Because I don't destroy what I don't understand." Her eyes gleamed. "And I want to understand you."

The Dragon within him surged. The air heated, responding to the tension. Golden wings of raw energy erupted from Eric's back, illuminating the field like a rising sun.

"You want a test?" he asked, stepping forward.

She raised a hand. "No. I want a dance."

And then—

They moved.

Not with fists or fire, but with power that crashed against the world like twin storms colliding. Each step Shiva took shattered the earth beneath her. Each swing of Eric's will reshaped the wind and sky.

No words.

Just raw, divine rhythm.

She moved like the night—graceful, fluid, deadly. Her arms spun in sacred motion, shaping cosmic mudras that twisted time and space. Eric met her with the roar of his dragon, his fists breaking apart reality with each strike.

Then she paused, smiling mid-motion.

"You're holding back."

"So are you."

They clashed again—this time, the explosion cracked nearby windows. The ripple reached the edge of Kuoh.

In the distance, Rias and Akeno felt it—Rias' eyes widened. "That's... not Eric's power alone."

Akeno's hand trembled. "Something divine just descended."

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Back in the clearing, Eric skidded to a stop, breathing steady. Shiva floated above the ruined field, surrounded by her flames.

Then she laughed—genuinely, deeply.

"Oh, I like you."

Eric brushed dust from his shoulder. "I get that a lot."

She descended slowly, the fire dimming, her gaze now less judgmental... and more curious.

"There's a fire in you that doesn't obey fate," she said. "A flame that dares to exist outside the great cycle."

Eric stared back. "Because I was never meant to exist."

"That," she said, stepping close, "makes you either a threat… or my equal."

Their auras intertwined—gold and crimson fire twisting like celestial threads.

Shiva raised a brow. "And what would you say if I chose to stay? To walk beside the Dragon King?"

Eric leaned in, voice low.

"I'd say the stars just got jealous."

She smirked—and without another word, turned and vanished in a blaze of radiant ash.

But her presence lingered.

Her choice had been made.

The Goddess of Destruction had found something worth not destroying.