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[Commission] There can only be Won
Quick little story commissioned by madcow100. When in doubt, half a planet usually does the trick. I mean, more so in fights than most things, but you'd be surprised what else it can resolve. Find your local planet-chucker today!
One instruction: show his power. I think I did the trick.
There can only be Won
“You think me a coward!?” The fox waved his sword around with gusto, gesturing at the terrified villagers. He was well-built, tall and handy with a sword, orange fur peeking out from underneath armour here and there. “I’m willing to do anything it takes, you hear me? Anything at all!”
The villagers didn’t talk, because they knew what was going to happen next. They had seen it many times before, when brave soldiers challenged the king, the god. Their remains were stamped into the floor of this very town, deep in the mud.
“I name myself Sen Goodrin! And by this sword, I challenge Won!”
The moment he uttered the words everything fell silent. The air itself seemed to tremble for a second, as if in anticipation, waiting for the right moment. Sen had half been expecting something to happen, maybe some giant hand to snatch him up and take him to the heavens, where he would face this supposed god. They all waited with baited breath, the town hall silent and ready.
“Outside!” A villager yelled, pointing out the window, and they all rushed to see what it was. A spark, but not a typical yellow one - this was a sickening black in colour, leaving a glowing purple trail behind it. More sparks, conjuring themselves into existence, and then all of a sudden reality itself was torn asunder by dark fire, great streams of black and purple flame cleaving a hole in the world. Unearthly wind howled around Sen, and he struggled to hold his ground against it. Something was moving in there, something big, and as it resolved itself they gasped.
Won had returned.
To call him just a dragon would be a disservice to the mountainous being stepping through the portal. Won was a creature of immense proportions, an entity so large and powerful that just him stepping through the portal caused the ground around them to shake, his foot sinking into the ground. Sen was forced to look up into the grinning face of the conqueror of this world and many others - he’d always thought of himself as pretty big at 6’7, but right now he was staring into 15’5 of pure, unadulterated power. It wasn’t just the dark fire gently lighting the back of his throat and the tips of his fingers, it was the great, thick knots of muscle cording his frame throughout, gigantic slabs of strength that rippled in the light. Just standing in front of him was already making Sen regret his choice of words.
“So.” Won’s voice was deep, powerful, commanding. It was a voice you felt rather than heard, thrumming through your chest. “You’re the one who issued the challenge?” The great dragon leaned down on one knee to get a better look at his would-be challenger, lowering himself to Sen’s measly height. He didn’t laugh, or sneer, or openly mock the fox - just Won’s presence alone did more to humiliate him than anything else could. The fox knight was so inferior it was almost funny.
“I-I-I-I am.”
“Hmm.” Won stood up to his full, intimidating height, black sparks puffing from his mouth as he thought. “A chance then, to prove your worth. A contest of strength, with your soul as the wager.” Won waved a hand and a table materialised in front of them, along with one big chair and one small one. Won sat in the big chair, holding his arm out, and Sen sat in the other one, sweating and pulling at his armour. When Won’s beefy paw engulfed his own he nearly fainted from the fear, seeing those gigantic muscles primed and ready to turn him into a paste.
“Start when you’re ready, hm?” Won turned away, and in that moment Sen pushed as hard as he could, trying to take advantage of the dragon’s lapse of concentration. He might as well have been trying to move a mountain for all the effect he had, and just looking at the pair of them the reason why was obvious. Sen might have been bulky for a fox but his arm was like a wet noodle compared to Won’s thick, heavy trunk of a limb. In fact Won had more muscle and power in that one arm than Sen did in his entire body, several times over. He was a gust of wind against a mountain, a blade of grass feebly brushing against a steel wall, and Won merely yawned and watched him use every last drop of strength his pathetic little body had to offer, not even bothering to hide his utter lack of exertion.
Sen yelled as he pushed even harder, his metal armour cracking form the force he exerted, and still didn’t move Won so much as a millimetre.
“Unworthy waste of flesh.” Won finally tired of playing his little game and released Sen’s paw, the fox gasping as he inspected his crushed hand. He didn’t have time to inspect it though, for the dragon held out a hand and Sen suddenly found himself held in the air, his limbs splayed and his body immovable. Dark fire crackled into life near his feet, slowly moving up his body until it reached it chest, where it pierced inwards. An awful cold penetrated the fox’s body, like he had been stabbed with an icicle, and he moaned in pain as that fire wrought him inside out, scoured his body and isolated his soul. Won grinned, making a pulling motion with one claw, and Sen convulsed as his soul was slowly, ever so painfully drawn out of his body. It felt like he was dying from the toes upwards, which in fact was not too far from the truth: his body was shrivelling like a dried plant, all traces of life simply withering away as his very essence was ripped out by Won’s power. All the while he jerked violently and tried to fight the invisible bonds holding him in place, as futile an action as the arm wrestle had been. The dragon was light-years beyond him in terms of magical strength, an ancient scholar playing with the equivalent of a bawling child, and it was a simple matter to extract the soul from its unwilling host. It looked like a stream of smoke, bright blue in colour, and Won shivered as he motioned it over.
“The soul of a warrior, weak in body. But in spirit….” He grinned as he held the smoke in his hands and quickly sucked it down his throat, licking his lips as the last of it vanished down his gullet. Immediately his body trembled as muscle began to flow across his already insanely powerful frame, every part of him thickening as the power of another coursed through his veins. More fire surged around his body as his magic ebbed and flowed, responding to his increase in strength, and he let out a roar that scared every animal around for 50 miles, a world-shaking bugle of utter dominance. It was accompanied by more swells of growth, his frame pulsing upwards to thirty feet tall, tripling in weight as hundreds of pounds of corded muscle anchored itself into his bones, wrapped around his thick arms and made them even wider. Pure, muscular mass poured onto him, Sen’s soul providing plenty of power to wield as he grew even heavier, his claws sinking into the dirt so far it looked like he was standing in wet sand. He felt the need to show off a little bit, and his first thought was of course to destroy something. He settled on the nearest building, breathed in, and let loose a volley of black fire at the wooden structure. The building didn’t just catch fire, it exploded as if someone had set off a bomb inside it, the metal heating up so fast it melted into glowing puddles. Strangely enough after the initial explosion the heat faded into a chilling cold, a side effect of the dark fire Won used draining the energy from the air rather than releasing it as heat. He watched it burn for a few seconds, and enjoyed it so much that he decided to go for another one. This time it was the church, which was a lot more spectacular due to being made of brick - it almost evaporated from the insane magical heat it was subjected to, the mortar simply vaporised into expensive smoke, bricks flying here and there. Many of the chunks of brick hit the ground near the townsfolk, and some even hit them directly. Of course the majority struck Won in the chest, which was about as damaging as a water pistol firing at a tank, and he paid it no notice. To the little people around him frantically dodging however, it was another story. Won was having none of it, and he turned around to address them angrily. Even as he swelled larger and thicker he walked over, a snarl twisting his face.
“AND YOU! YOU ALL ALLOW SOMEONE TO CHALLENGE ME? ME!? FEEBLE LITTLE RUNTS!”
“He’s gone mad! Call the guard!” One villager made the mistake of yelling out, and he was set upon by the dragon. A single hand pinned him to the floor, so hard that he sunk into a crater of his own making, and the poor mouse croaked as his soul was instantly sucked out and put to better use. Won grinned at the sensation of his strength growing again, but it was quickly wiped off his face. He knew exactly why these insects were disobeying him, they didn’t respect him! He needed to show them his strength, he needed to remind them why they cowered and grovelled at the mention of his name. He needed something to use his body on….
The town hall was the largest building in the square, formed from two barns merged together and reinforced with steel throughout. Cracks sheared through the foundations as Won dug his claws in, leaning backwards to lever it upwards. The sheer amount of weight didn’t even matter, for Won was more than strong enough to lift it, but he had to be careful not to simply break a piece of it off. After a few seconds of careful manoeuvring he had raised it off the floor, and with a quick grunt he launched all 1263 tons of metal and woodwork into the air. This wasn’t the real test though, this was just to ensure he got a good angle for what was to come. As it crashed down he caught it on his shoulders, bending his knees so as not to punch through the floor of it. Even with this the impact was still cataclysmic, a great shockwave of dust and energy flying outwards from the dragon as he squatted with the building on his back, gathering power for his next move.
Then he roared, exploded upwards, and threw the building as far as he could.
The sheer amount of power required to do this was quite frankly world-breaking. Literally, his thrust downwards didn’t just make a huge crate underneath him, it sheared a huge crack into the tectonic plate and birthed a fault line all of its own. The detonation of his muscles was so powerful that had the effect of a small bomb, the shockwave knocking people off their feet and birds out the sky, trees buffeted to the ground for miles around. It was like a meteor had hit the town, and in a way it had for that was the magnitude of force that move had produced. The building would have gone to space had it made it that far, but instead the speed caused it to more or less disintegrate the moment he launched it, nothing but a flaming fireball streaking upwards in a cruel imitation of a firework. Won laughed at the sight of it, at the vision of 12 years of work going up quite literally. The he turned around and laughed some more, because facing him was the royal guard. They were wolves, armoured and holding swords and shields, but just looking at them he could tell they were terrified. He could practically feel them quivering in their thin metal shells, fully aware of just what they were about to take on. Won’s reputation preceded him, and even that was nothing compared to the bone-crushing reality.
Still, they stood there threateningly, and Won decided they would make the perfect excuse to show off his real power. In a flash he’d approached the closest one, picked him up by the throat, and slammed him into the ground. Except he did this at full power on a planet that was far too fragile to contain his true might.
The force he used was utterly apocalyptic, a cataclysm of strength with one poor soul at the centre of it. His blow reverberated through the planet, singing across fault lines and screeching through existing cracks, weakening, shattering, until the planet couldn’t take it. With a single blow he cracked the planet down the middle, shearing the two halves apart with nothing more than the strength at his fingertips. The crack was right at his feet, a literal chasm in the world, and he grabbed at the edge of it.
The stories of Won had sung of his deeds, of entire universes quivering at the mention of his name, of feats of strength beyond anything ever known. And as Won gripped and snarled and strained for the first time in millenia, the townsfolk finally knew why.
The world was folding. Some impossible trick of the light, except it wasn’t a trick - the explanation was simple and yet almost impossible to believe. Won had already broken the planet into two, and now he had gripped one half and was swinging it around. An entire half of a planet, trillions and quadrillions of tons of rock and steel and magma, continents, oceans, everything - he had sunk his claws into it and was swinging it through space, bringing it to bear on the guards that had dared try to stop him. Slowly, inevitably, the first half of the planet swung around to crush the guards into oblivion.
Of course the impact was world-shattering, but it was made more so by the driving force behind it, the strength of a living god powering two halves of a planet against each other. To say it was destroyed was an understatement - it was completely obliterated, nothing left but chunks of rock and messy spurts of lava floating in the ether.
Won looked at his handiwork with a grunt of satisfaction. It wasn’t the first planet he’d destroyed, and it wouldn’t be the last, but he still got a thrill out of it, out of bending celestial bodies to his will with a grip of iron. Still, he could feel the warm pull of power caressing his skin, the soul remains of the destroyed planet ripe for him to take. He grinned, dark fire once again sparking into existence around his fingers, and twisted his hand. The same fire cradled the remains of the planet, slowly sucking out the last vestiges of life and infusing it into the god-dragon, causing him to roar and swell once more. Watching the bright greens and blues wither into grey, watching the round shapes slowly squeezed into thin, dry chunks of earth as the vitality was sucked out, it brought a sadistic smile to his face. Of course it wasn’t without reason - the size he was poaching was well worth the effort, the growth similar to his initial bump in size. Only this time the swelling didn’t stop at a mere doubling in size, oh no.
This time round his growth eclipsed the planets surrounding him, this time his muscles were supercharged with unfathomable power as he drained the energy of an entire world, warped and twisted it until it served his will to grow more powerful. The very fabric of reality quivered as he roared louder and louder, his voice dropping even lower as his body thickened to insane proportions, as nearby planets began to shatter and crumble from just the force of his dominating howls. It could be heard light-years away, civilisations on the opposite side of the universe finding themselves weak at the knees, those closer outright falling to the floor in abject servitude. And as for the planets in the solar system he was in, well they were obliterated, torn apart by the raw power radiating from his form. It wasn’t just the fire streaming from his body, it was pure power, force in its purest form. An explosion of malignant power with Won at the epicenter, a dragon-shaped monstrosity of muscle and fire, a god beyond any doubt of the word. A being that broke the laws of reality just by existing - nothing should ever even be close to this strong, it defied physics, defied reason. And yet there he was, smiling as he finished off the last of the planet, as the solar system tore itself apart around him just from exposure to a fraction of his strength, the measly portion steaming off him.
With the solar system nothing but ruined chunks of planets and streams of gas where the star had once been, Won’s work was done. There was nothing left to conquer, and so the conqueror moved on to healthier universes, ones with more to feed on. Perhaps there would be a challenge elsewhere.
He doubted it.
One instruction: show his power. I think I did the trick.
There can only be Won
“You think me a coward!?” The fox waved his sword around with gusto, gesturing at the terrified villagers. He was well-built, tall and handy with a sword, orange fur peeking out from underneath armour here and there. “I’m willing to do anything it takes, you hear me? Anything at all!”
The villagers didn’t talk, because they knew what was going to happen next. They had seen it many times before, when brave soldiers challenged the king, the god. Their remains were stamped into the floor of this very town, deep in the mud.
“I name myself Sen Goodrin! And by this sword, I challenge Won!”
The moment he uttered the words everything fell silent. The air itself seemed to tremble for a second, as if in anticipation, waiting for the right moment. Sen had half been expecting something to happen, maybe some giant hand to snatch him up and take him to the heavens, where he would face this supposed god. They all waited with baited breath, the town hall silent and ready.
“Outside!” A villager yelled, pointing out the window, and they all rushed to see what it was. A spark, but not a typical yellow one - this was a sickening black in colour, leaving a glowing purple trail behind it. More sparks, conjuring themselves into existence, and then all of a sudden reality itself was torn asunder by dark fire, great streams of black and purple flame cleaving a hole in the world. Unearthly wind howled around Sen, and he struggled to hold his ground against it. Something was moving in there, something big, and as it resolved itself they gasped.
Won had returned.
To call him just a dragon would be a disservice to the mountainous being stepping through the portal. Won was a creature of immense proportions, an entity so large and powerful that just him stepping through the portal caused the ground around them to shake, his foot sinking into the ground. Sen was forced to look up into the grinning face of the conqueror of this world and many others - he’d always thought of himself as pretty big at 6’7, but right now he was staring into 15’5 of pure, unadulterated power. It wasn’t just the dark fire gently lighting the back of his throat and the tips of his fingers, it was the great, thick knots of muscle cording his frame throughout, gigantic slabs of strength that rippled in the light. Just standing in front of him was already making Sen regret his choice of words.
“So.” Won’s voice was deep, powerful, commanding. It was a voice you felt rather than heard, thrumming through your chest. “You’re the one who issued the challenge?” The great dragon leaned down on one knee to get a better look at his would-be challenger, lowering himself to Sen’s measly height. He didn’t laugh, or sneer, or openly mock the fox - just Won’s presence alone did more to humiliate him than anything else could. The fox knight was so inferior it was almost funny.
“I-I-I-I am.”
“Hmm.” Won stood up to his full, intimidating height, black sparks puffing from his mouth as he thought. “A chance then, to prove your worth. A contest of strength, with your soul as the wager.” Won waved a hand and a table materialised in front of them, along with one big chair and one small one. Won sat in the big chair, holding his arm out, and Sen sat in the other one, sweating and pulling at his armour. When Won’s beefy paw engulfed his own he nearly fainted from the fear, seeing those gigantic muscles primed and ready to turn him into a paste.
“Start when you’re ready, hm?” Won turned away, and in that moment Sen pushed as hard as he could, trying to take advantage of the dragon’s lapse of concentration. He might as well have been trying to move a mountain for all the effect he had, and just looking at the pair of them the reason why was obvious. Sen might have been bulky for a fox but his arm was like a wet noodle compared to Won’s thick, heavy trunk of a limb. In fact Won had more muscle and power in that one arm than Sen did in his entire body, several times over. He was a gust of wind against a mountain, a blade of grass feebly brushing against a steel wall, and Won merely yawned and watched him use every last drop of strength his pathetic little body had to offer, not even bothering to hide his utter lack of exertion.
Sen yelled as he pushed even harder, his metal armour cracking form the force he exerted, and still didn’t move Won so much as a millimetre.
“Unworthy waste of flesh.” Won finally tired of playing his little game and released Sen’s paw, the fox gasping as he inspected his crushed hand. He didn’t have time to inspect it though, for the dragon held out a hand and Sen suddenly found himself held in the air, his limbs splayed and his body immovable. Dark fire crackled into life near his feet, slowly moving up his body until it reached it chest, where it pierced inwards. An awful cold penetrated the fox’s body, like he had been stabbed with an icicle, and he moaned in pain as that fire wrought him inside out, scoured his body and isolated his soul. Won grinned, making a pulling motion with one claw, and Sen convulsed as his soul was slowly, ever so painfully drawn out of his body. It felt like he was dying from the toes upwards, which in fact was not too far from the truth: his body was shrivelling like a dried plant, all traces of life simply withering away as his very essence was ripped out by Won’s power. All the while he jerked violently and tried to fight the invisible bonds holding him in place, as futile an action as the arm wrestle had been. The dragon was light-years beyond him in terms of magical strength, an ancient scholar playing with the equivalent of a bawling child, and it was a simple matter to extract the soul from its unwilling host. It looked like a stream of smoke, bright blue in colour, and Won shivered as he motioned it over.
“The soul of a warrior, weak in body. But in spirit….” He grinned as he held the smoke in his hands and quickly sucked it down his throat, licking his lips as the last of it vanished down his gullet. Immediately his body trembled as muscle began to flow across his already insanely powerful frame, every part of him thickening as the power of another coursed through his veins. More fire surged around his body as his magic ebbed and flowed, responding to his increase in strength, and he let out a roar that scared every animal around for 50 miles, a world-shaking bugle of utter dominance. It was accompanied by more swells of growth, his frame pulsing upwards to thirty feet tall, tripling in weight as hundreds of pounds of corded muscle anchored itself into his bones, wrapped around his thick arms and made them even wider. Pure, muscular mass poured onto him, Sen’s soul providing plenty of power to wield as he grew even heavier, his claws sinking into the dirt so far it looked like he was standing in wet sand. He felt the need to show off a little bit, and his first thought was of course to destroy something. He settled on the nearest building, breathed in, and let loose a volley of black fire at the wooden structure. The building didn’t just catch fire, it exploded as if someone had set off a bomb inside it, the metal heating up so fast it melted into glowing puddles. Strangely enough after the initial explosion the heat faded into a chilling cold, a side effect of the dark fire Won used draining the energy from the air rather than releasing it as heat. He watched it burn for a few seconds, and enjoyed it so much that he decided to go for another one. This time it was the church, which was a lot more spectacular due to being made of brick - it almost evaporated from the insane magical heat it was subjected to, the mortar simply vaporised into expensive smoke, bricks flying here and there. Many of the chunks of brick hit the ground near the townsfolk, and some even hit them directly. Of course the majority struck Won in the chest, which was about as damaging as a water pistol firing at a tank, and he paid it no notice. To the little people around him frantically dodging however, it was another story. Won was having none of it, and he turned around to address them angrily. Even as he swelled larger and thicker he walked over, a snarl twisting his face.
“AND YOU! YOU ALL ALLOW SOMEONE TO CHALLENGE ME? ME!? FEEBLE LITTLE RUNTS!”
“He’s gone mad! Call the guard!” One villager made the mistake of yelling out, and he was set upon by the dragon. A single hand pinned him to the floor, so hard that he sunk into a crater of his own making, and the poor mouse croaked as his soul was instantly sucked out and put to better use. Won grinned at the sensation of his strength growing again, but it was quickly wiped off his face. He knew exactly why these insects were disobeying him, they didn’t respect him! He needed to show them his strength, he needed to remind them why they cowered and grovelled at the mention of his name. He needed something to use his body on….
The town hall was the largest building in the square, formed from two barns merged together and reinforced with steel throughout. Cracks sheared through the foundations as Won dug his claws in, leaning backwards to lever it upwards. The sheer amount of weight didn’t even matter, for Won was more than strong enough to lift it, but he had to be careful not to simply break a piece of it off. After a few seconds of careful manoeuvring he had raised it off the floor, and with a quick grunt he launched all 1263 tons of metal and woodwork into the air. This wasn’t the real test though, this was just to ensure he got a good angle for what was to come. As it crashed down he caught it on his shoulders, bending his knees so as not to punch through the floor of it. Even with this the impact was still cataclysmic, a great shockwave of dust and energy flying outwards from the dragon as he squatted with the building on his back, gathering power for his next move.
Then he roared, exploded upwards, and threw the building as far as he could.
The sheer amount of power required to do this was quite frankly world-breaking. Literally, his thrust downwards didn’t just make a huge crate underneath him, it sheared a huge crack into the tectonic plate and birthed a fault line all of its own. The detonation of his muscles was so powerful that had the effect of a small bomb, the shockwave knocking people off their feet and birds out the sky, trees buffeted to the ground for miles around. It was like a meteor had hit the town, and in a way it had for that was the magnitude of force that move had produced. The building would have gone to space had it made it that far, but instead the speed caused it to more or less disintegrate the moment he launched it, nothing but a flaming fireball streaking upwards in a cruel imitation of a firework. Won laughed at the sight of it, at the vision of 12 years of work going up quite literally. The he turned around and laughed some more, because facing him was the royal guard. They were wolves, armoured and holding swords and shields, but just looking at them he could tell they were terrified. He could practically feel them quivering in their thin metal shells, fully aware of just what they were about to take on. Won’s reputation preceded him, and even that was nothing compared to the bone-crushing reality.
Still, they stood there threateningly, and Won decided they would make the perfect excuse to show off his real power. In a flash he’d approached the closest one, picked him up by the throat, and slammed him into the ground. Except he did this at full power on a planet that was far too fragile to contain his true might.
The force he used was utterly apocalyptic, a cataclysm of strength with one poor soul at the centre of it. His blow reverberated through the planet, singing across fault lines and screeching through existing cracks, weakening, shattering, until the planet couldn’t take it. With a single blow he cracked the planet down the middle, shearing the two halves apart with nothing more than the strength at his fingertips. The crack was right at his feet, a literal chasm in the world, and he grabbed at the edge of it.
The stories of Won had sung of his deeds, of entire universes quivering at the mention of his name, of feats of strength beyond anything ever known. And as Won gripped and snarled and strained for the first time in millenia, the townsfolk finally knew why.
The world was folding. Some impossible trick of the light, except it wasn’t a trick - the explanation was simple and yet almost impossible to believe. Won had already broken the planet into two, and now he had gripped one half and was swinging it around. An entire half of a planet, trillions and quadrillions of tons of rock and steel and magma, continents, oceans, everything - he had sunk his claws into it and was swinging it through space, bringing it to bear on the guards that had dared try to stop him. Slowly, inevitably, the first half of the planet swung around to crush the guards into oblivion.
Of course the impact was world-shattering, but it was made more so by the driving force behind it, the strength of a living god powering two halves of a planet against each other. To say it was destroyed was an understatement - it was completely obliterated, nothing left but chunks of rock and messy spurts of lava floating in the ether.
Won looked at his handiwork with a grunt of satisfaction. It wasn’t the first planet he’d destroyed, and it wouldn’t be the last, but he still got a thrill out of it, out of bending celestial bodies to his will with a grip of iron. Still, he could feel the warm pull of power caressing his skin, the soul remains of the destroyed planet ripe for him to take. He grinned, dark fire once again sparking into existence around his fingers, and twisted his hand. The same fire cradled the remains of the planet, slowly sucking out the last vestiges of life and infusing it into the god-dragon, causing him to roar and swell once more. Watching the bright greens and blues wither into grey, watching the round shapes slowly squeezed into thin, dry chunks of earth as the vitality was sucked out, it brought a sadistic smile to his face. Of course it wasn’t without reason - the size he was poaching was well worth the effort, the growth similar to his initial bump in size. Only this time the swelling didn’t stop at a mere doubling in size, oh no.
This time round his growth eclipsed the planets surrounding him, this time his muscles were supercharged with unfathomable power as he drained the energy of an entire world, warped and twisted it until it served his will to grow more powerful. The very fabric of reality quivered as he roared louder and louder, his voice dropping even lower as his body thickened to insane proportions, as nearby planets began to shatter and crumble from just the force of his dominating howls. It could be heard light-years away, civilisations on the opposite side of the universe finding themselves weak at the knees, those closer outright falling to the floor in abject servitude. And as for the planets in the solar system he was in, well they were obliterated, torn apart by the raw power radiating from his form. It wasn’t just the fire streaming from his body, it was pure power, force in its purest form. An explosion of malignant power with Won at the epicenter, a dragon-shaped monstrosity of muscle and fire, a god beyond any doubt of the word. A being that broke the laws of reality just by existing - nothing should ever even be close to this strong, it defied physics, defied reason. And yet there he was, smiling as he finished off the last of the planet, as the solar system tore itself apart around him just from exposure to a fraction of his strength, the measly portion steaming off him.
With the solar system nothing but ruined chunks of planets and streams of gas where the star had once been, Won’s work was done. There was nothing left to conquer, and so the conqueror moved on to healthier universes, ones with more to feed on. Perhaps there would be a challenge elsewhere.
He doubted it.
Category Story / Muscle
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 120 x 90px
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