It would have been a beautiful night for any absent minded human, but Kerapac cared naught for such things. He looked at the moon and asked a silent question. Did the moon have a Zanaris on it like Gielinor's did?
It was a short lived thought in Kerapac's mind before he brought his attention back to his surroundings, Zanaris or not, he would find out sometime later. Right now he had a decision. Did he announce himself to the nearby city, or should he strike out and find somewhere else to create a base for himself? The answer went without much deliberation. There was nothing to be gained by revealing himself, as he was in a weak position at the moment, relative to when he was back on Gielinor.
Did he even want to return to the doomed world? No, there was no future for him there, even if the World Guardian and the alliance of petty gods defeated the Roakin somehow, they would seek him out. Not to mention his failures would be there too. Still, he did wonder how his experiment the lesser races had deemed the "Queen Black Dragon" had continued to live, but it was probably pointless, as the great revision would have happened.
A disgusting name. There was nothing great about the destruction of the multiverse. It was a sick cycle that the Roakin deemed necessary heedless of the many living beings that did not wish for that to happen.
The Elder Gods were so completely assured of their superiority, that they didn't even view mortal beings like Him and every other living being in the universe as entities, merely a speck of dust.
They would be right. Their power was so immense, so beyond what was comprehensible by mortals that they really were dust to them, but that was what cemented their downfall. They could not comprehend that there were stronger entities beyond their reality. Other than Jas, the other Roakin didn't even acknowledge that mortals existed. They didn't see the threat lurking beneath the still waters.
Erebus.
In their arrogance, they all will fall, but it was no longer Kerpac's concern.
He was free, and Gielinor could rot and wither.
After sixty thousand years of slavery, of fighting, of planning, of researching, he was free, yet what was his purpose now? He could not feel the presence of any other Dragonkin on this world, and even the threads of the Roakin did not reach this reality.
Shaking his head to rid himself of these thoughts, he crouched down and unfurled his wings.
With a deafening crack, he shot into the air and flew through the night. He would have to find a quiet uninhabited area to set up his base. Then he would begin his exploration of this new world.
Ouranos sat in his chair, focusing the coalesced godly power he commanded on suppressing the Dungeon as he always had done. Then he felt the threads of time shift and change at the command of some unknown being. He flinched as the control he had over time was wrenched from him for a brief moment, then returned to him moments later. An otherworldly power had completely ignored his command over time.
The strange thing is that it certainly wasn't a God or Goddess from above. If it was one of them, their power would be sensed immediately and they would be punished. No, this was someone, or something else entirely. A new variable on this world.
This was frightening. However, he wasn't so easily shaken, and so he composed himself and looked through the threads of time, quickly finding where the very laws of reality and time were so callously disregarded.
He would send someone to investigate the area, someone he could trust. If this being was found to be hostile, the Gods would have to be informed and a force would be mobilized. The safety of the world and even their own safety could be at risk.
Returning his focus to the dungeon, he wondered what other Gods and Goddesses might have felt the violent manipulation of time.
Hemsut trembled as the fate of thousands changed in a mere moment. Despite descending a long time ago and having her powers sealed away, she still felt the twisting of fate as surely the many other Gods and Goddesses under the same domain felt to greater and lesser degrees.
Most frightening of all to her, she felt her fate as clear as it could be. Her eternal life was cut like a strand of thread not too far off in the future, and no matter how many ways she thought of to prolong her existence, it was cut short all the same in no more than a year of mortal time.
She was fated to die.
Something was about to happen to the mortals and Gods of Orario that could not be stopped.
Loki was sitting at her desk in her office, going over recent events. She was looking closely and carefully at everything she could, as something earlier that night had perturbed her. The hairs on the back of her neck began to rise as she instinctually looked out the window towards the walls of Orario. She had felt something immensely powerful impose it's will upon the world, something not of Godly or Mortal design. She didn't know what it was, but it was something alien.
This was not a power that a mortal could wield.
Something very dangerous.
Standing up from her desk, She began formulating a plan and she needed to consult the other Gods and Goddeses who surely felt this alien power impose it's will upon reality in direct opposition to the Gods.
Dís felt the weavings of fate unravel and reform as she sat on her balcony in her tower on the eastern edge of Orario as she looked out at the night sky, and she frowned. Something had changed the balance of power in the world, and she chosen to stay her hand for the time, as the first fate that was altered was that of the Black Dragon that had hidden away in the cold north.
It would die in the morning. It's time had come to a violent end. A slight good in the face of the incoming evil.
Kerapac flew northward through the night, unknowing of the Dragon that he would confront. The Siphon gripped tightly in his hand as the land below him flashed by in a blur. The power of the siphon, The Needle, and The countless uses of the stone of Jas that had empowered him made flight barely more than an afterthought. Not only that, But Jas had granted him immense power under her servitude, so things like sleep and rest were meaningless, and he could operate for years on end without sleep or rest, for that was the life he lived under his curse.
The land went from verdant woodland, to swamps, to plains, to sea, and then to a snowy mountainous land where the cold seeped through his scales and would turn away even the most hardy of adventurers unprepared.
Lowering his altitude as the sun was starting to rise through the mountains, Kerapac came to a large mountain which had a massive hole basted through the base, and he felt the radiating violent power of some massive being inside.
Perfect.
This was just the thing he needed, a test subject worthy of dissecting.
Flying down to the entrance of the mountain, he was greeted by hills of broken skeletons. Beings of all types were discarded as the meat was picked off their bones.
Massive claw prints gouged into the stone of the mountain all the way through the skeletons up to the massive hole.
Walking in, he was greeted by the rumbling breaths of what he instantly recognized as a dragon.
Unsurprising, but it did tell him something. someone had done similar experiments as him, or had traveled along a similar scientific pathway.
The paths twisted and turned, but it wasn't long before Kerapac entered an even larger cavern deep beneath the mountains where a massive black dragon the size of a large city street slumbered silently, it's immense power radiating in waves off of it's sleeping body.
Kerapac's golden eyes flashed brightly. He was right, this was a being worthy of dissecting.
It was over in a moment.
There was no thunderous battle that shook the world. No glorious combat or thunder sounded out.
Kerapac simply utilized the resonant power of the needle, and froze the dragon's legs and wings in time, then leapt up to the dragon's head, and impaled it with the Siphon. It's scales that could fend off even the mightiest of swords were penetrated like butter as the elder artifact Siphoned it's surprisingly underwhelming power. Then again, Kerapac had spent eons under the direct power of Jas, a being who could unmake reality with a thought, so his idea of powerful was a bit skewed to the world he had entered.
Still, the dragon was not completely helpless. It roared in pain as it felt the Siphon enter it's head.
"Your time ends here" Kerapac growled as the dragon attempted to fight back.
It tried to stand, to spread it's wings and shake the attacker off, but it couldn't move at all, and was forced to helplessly feel as it's massive power and it's life was drained from it in seconds.
And thus on that morning, the mighty dragon that had claimed the lives of many died in helplessness. It was dead. It's one good eye closing forever as it's body shriveled like a prune.
"Pitiful" Kerepac muttered as he jumped down from the dragon's head and landed on the floor.
Thank you for the insightful review Jiji. Yeah, Kerapac is a legitimate threat, and I'm treating him as such. Also, the Gods and Goddesses are also going to be portrayed as the powerhouses they really are. Because besides the Gods and Goddesses, there's not many people who can actually stand up to Kerapac who has the power of a full elder artefact, and the residual power of the needle.