The sky above the Crimson Highlands churned with thick clouds and fire. Auron stood atop the obsidian prow of his flying warship, Dominion, eyes locked on the fortress ahead — a colossal structure built into the side of a burning mountain. Lava trickled down its cliffs like veins of molten gold, and from its tallest tower, a piercing roar echoed through the heavens.
Dragons.
Beside Auron stood Seraphine, her silver wings folded tightly behind her, and Azhara, whose armored curves gleamed with anticipation. Behind them, a legion of beastkin berserkers, corrupted holy knights, and succubus shock troops waited eagerly. At their command, three hundred enslaved sorceresses prepared arcane bombardments, hands glowing with eldritch fire.
Auron raised a hand.
"Begin."
The sky erupted.
Magic cannons unleashed streaks of violet fire. War wyverns screeched through the air as they collided with dragon sentries. Explosions rocked the cliffs. And from the shadows of the flame, three figures emerged from the tower — the daughters of the Dragon Matriarch.
Kaelira, the First Flame Tall and proud, with long crimson hair and wings of ember. Her blade glowed with enchantments of ancient flame. Her eyes burned with fury and royal disdain.
Vireen, the Silent Frost Pale and haunting, with icy blue scales lining her skin, wielding frost magic with deadly precision. She never spoke — only killed.
Myria, the Youngest Blaze A wild spirit, more beast than woman, with chaotic fire magic and a tempest's fury in her voice. Reckless, explosive, and curious.
They hovered above the battlefield, defiant.
"This sky is not yours to command, mortal!" Kaelira roared.
Auron floated into the air to meet them, his aura flaring like a black sun. His voice boomed with power.
"Then kneel and I'll spare your bones from the ash."
Kaelira screamed and launched forward. Their blades met in a clash that shattered the air. Fire and shadows danced. Below them, Seraphine and Azhara led the charge — meeting dragon warriors in a brutal ballet of steel and spell.
Auron unleashed his full might. With each strike, he pushed Kaelira back, his warblade siphoning her magic. Myria tried to interrupt, but Seraphine caught her mid-flight, tangling her in a holy chain and crashing her into the mountainside.
Vireen's frost slowed the battlefield — freezing troops, turning lava into jagged traps. But Azhara surged through, unbothered, slicing through dragon elites to reach her.
And then — Auron struck Kaelira down.
She landed hard, wings broken, chest heaving. Her body glowed with residual power, but her will was cracked. He landed beside her, gripping her by the throat and forcing her to look into his eyes.
"You fight well," he said. "You'll serve better."
System Notification: Dominance Threshold Reached – Initiating Crest Binding
"Kaelira, Dragonfire Princess: Unlocked"
Deep Within the Fortress – Hours Later
Kaelira lay bound in chains of obsidian, her flames extinguished, her pride smoldering. Nearby, Myria thrashed in a magical cage, half-conscious and moaning from Seraphine's gentle, corruptive torment. Vireen, now collared, knelt motionless — not resisting, not obeying… just watching.
Auron approached them, bare-chested, aura blazing.
"You are daughters of a matriarch," he said. "But now you're mine. You'll kneel, you'll serve, and you'll burn for me."
Kaelira spat at his feet.
He smiled.
"Let's start your education."
System Update: 3 New Candidates for Crest Binding
"Kaelira: Dragonfire Submission (boosts fire magic)"
"Vireen: Frostbound Obedience (slows enemies near harem)"
"Myria: Chaotic Heat (random buffs during battle)"
As the fortress burned around them, the Crimson Highlands fell into silence.
Auron stood at the peak of the ruined tower, cloak whipping in the wind, his new dragon slaves bound and trembling behind him.
The world below was vast, and many kingdoms remained.