A thundercp shattered the mountaintop silence as ten Primordial dragons spawned ieop the t, snoed peak. With their higher level of intelligence, each dragon immediately uood their existeo a basic degree- but the why eluded them.

  Whether by design or act, lightning struck the ter of the mountaintop moments ter, casting dazzling light across the ndscape. From the heart of the storm, ah Primordial dragon emerged. Their eyes locked onto her before they lifted their gazes toward the stormy skies.

  + (1) Divinity * 11Believing it to be the will of their summod, or father above, the dragons decred the eleventh primordial dragon their leader- the Primordial Dragon Queen.

  Without yet a name, her scales like gems shimmered white with sapphire eyes and wings that spanned seventy-five meters and with a bodily length of twenty meters.

  The other female dragons, adorned with gold and sapphire scales, seemed modest in parison with fifty-meter wingspans and fifteeer-long bodies.

  And the male dragons?

  Thirty-meter wingspans and teer-long bodies- more parable tur dragons than their Primordial female terparts.

  The females remaiop the mountain, spending their days versing about the mysteries of their world, their existence, and their father above, occasionally s across the skies to explore the nds below. The males took up the roles of hunters and guards, cirg the peak to protect their sanctuary.

  At first, food was abundant- deer, wolves, wild boars- but their keen minds noticed the hastened dee of wildlife. The dragons' appetites were massive, especially among the females. It was clear that the surrounding wilderness could not sustain them forever.

  They needed a new pn.

  And they soon.

  The simplest solution they came up with was hunting aquatic life. The os, untouched for turies, teemed with life. Massive whales and fish broke the surface, se enough to feed multiple dragons.

  It was settling though. They preferred red meat.

  A sedary issue emerged as the males found, simir to the dwarves, they were uo impress their female terparts. Their bodies, their strength, even the beauty of their scales- everythi ie when pared to the grandeur of the females.

  Frustrated but determihe males circled the mountain, their sharp eyes sing for anything of value.

  Their cws tore into the rocky surface, ripping e, sparkling ks embedded ione. When they returo the peak, they began lining the es of their ir with vibrant stones. Crimson rubies, sapphire shards, amethyst, gold veins- each refleg the sunlight off the snowy peak like a bea.

  One male Primordial dragon in particur, with bed scales that let him blend seamlessly into the night sky, was gaining the Primordial Dragon Queen's attention. His tail flicked enthusiastically side to side, spraying the other males with fragmented gemstones as he basked in his success.

  His efforts had drawention of the Queen who finally approached him, her sapphire eyes studying his colle with amused i.

  Typical of any in this situation, jealousy began to simmer with their tails violently impag the dull grey stone behind them, taking care not to shatter what they had already gathered.

  One red-scaled dragon, uo tolerate the sight any loook off from the mountaintop in a desperate bid to find a jewel more magnifit than any the Bed Dragon had offered, hoping to cim the Queen's favor for himself.

  He circled the the mountain, weaviween the clouds letting out bursts of fmes and guttural roars of frustration that echoed through the peak. His wings cut through the bed mist, creating spirally trails of bck smog and fmes in his midst.

  The Queen looked up at him from her perch, her sapphire eyes glimmering with intrigue as his roars of ambition challenged his rivals. His rival snorted dismissively, flig a brokeooward him with disrespect.

  In a sudden burst of movement, the red-scaled dragon tucked his wings and dove through the clouds toward the base of the mountain at an incredible speed. A bck mist engulfed him as he spiraled downward, creating a fireball-like effect that streaked across the sky.

  His eyes locked onto a pure purple crystal resting atop a wooden structure, its vibrant hue and dazzliy refleg in the fading light.

  Baring his fangs with excitement that matched the heat of his dragon's breath, he thought, This unmatched crystal will surely win the Queen's heart!

  But as his dest slowed, he noticed something unusual- the crystal rested atop logs that had been strung together with vines. His sharp eyes sed the ground below as smaller creatures emerged from a nearby cave.

  They carried odd tools made of dull, shaped stone, and some had viied to sticks of wood. Others wore strange leafy cs strapped to their bodies.

  Breaking his dive, the red dragon shifted his trajectory and drifted toward a nearby cliff before the creatures could spot him. They gnced up briefly, their eyes searg the sky where his shadoassed, but they saw nothing.

  From the cliff, the dragon watched. His initial desire to immediately cim the crystal and impress the Queen faded as curiosity took over. For days, he observed them. He discovered their tilement, hidden within a forest near a winding river.

  The more he watched, the greater his fasatiohese creatures were more thahey were builders and crafters. They created structures of stone, intricate jewelry from crystals, and vish decorations using simple sticks and wood. Each creation sparked intrigue, and the possibilities swirled within his mind.

  Such a discovery would elevate him far above the others. He wasn't just after the Queen's heart anymore- he was after something far greater.

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  "Ah, I'm catg the drift here," Ats mused, chug lightheartedly at the unfolding drama. "Love creates opportuhey work together to impress the wome id, happily ever after. Right?"

  "Well..." Wisp began slowly, its gaze shifting downward. "Almost. Jealousy, love, ambition- you imagine what that bination cause."

  Ats paused and frowhinking back to the impressive bck-scaled Primordial Dragon. Holy, all of them were impressive, but that oood out through raw effort and being the first to win the queen's favor. Ambition have sequehough, and Wisp's foreshadowi a little unhappy pit in Ats's chest.

  Still, his gaze drifted to the divinity points ter dispyed in his CDIM and his brows furrowed.

  "Why don't I have more divinity points?" Brushing his fingers against the glowing interface, swiping through the logs. "Shouldn't I have way more?"

  "Your divinity was geed mostly from the inal Primordial Dragons." Wisp replied matter-of-factly. "Without interference uidance from you, this was all they could gee."

  Ats raised a brow, his fingers still scrolling through the data. "So, they just... didn't believe in me?"

  "At first, they did." Wisp admitted. "When they spawned, some were easily vihat you were their creator in one form or another. But over time, with a ck of evidehat belief faded for many. As they lived and thrived without direterference, doubt crept in. Future geions began to 'believe' only out of social obligation- so they wouldn't be social outcasts."

  Ats rubbed his temples, groaning. "So the belief has to be genuine."

  Wisp nods.

  "Essentially. Also, faith gees divinity depending on the creature. Lesser creatures require far more believers for a steady flow of divinity. Primordial Dragons are powerful. Weaver Ats was lucky with how they spawned. Without them, you would be struggling."

  Leaning back, Ats exhaled slowly as he processed the information. "So I o cultivate genuine belief for more divinity points. The more the merrier."

  "Correct."

  Wisp chirped. "Or you could find another way to inspire awe. But keep in mind, jealousy and ambition are powerful forces... they either work for yainst you."

  His eyes sed the CDIM, breathing out again as his eyes rested oatistic.

  Believers:5020on:5000 ( +5 Divinity per tury, + 0.000005 Gene Points per tury)Special:20 ( + 20 Divinity per tury, + 0.0000002 Primordial Points per tury, + 0.00000002 Gene Points per tury)"Ah...Thank yons...!" Ats said in a hushed tone before returning to their lifespan. "I should do something about their lifespan iure. They don't feel very 'Primordial' right now."

  "It is advised that Weaver Ats create different Primordial beings rather than strengthening one for war."

  The ft statement causes Ats to turn his head. They stare at each other, eyes locked in silence, before Ats turns back to his s to tihe repy.