"What the fuck?" Ats frowns after the repy ends. "Seriously? He just- who is leading the dwarves now? Oh, hell nah."
Still zoomed in on the globe, he saarves riding what looked like regur dragons in parison.
"Flying fug dwarves..." Ats said with disbelief, his gaze returning to the panels.
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(CDIM) tral Landmass-------
Dwarven LeaderIgnis FirebeardDopution6000-------
"1500 are missing. I'll assume those are the ohat left the ndmass."
"Fire Firebeard...?" Ats gres at the name, his finger h over the disaster button for a moment before exhaling sharply.
"It's not the kid's fault... but this is seriously messed up."
"Also..."
His gaze shifted, resting on a warning in the event log.
***Warning: Native species popution has decreased by 35%***Too many Primordial dragons remained on the ndmass.
The dwarves had learned basiimal husbandry, but the food ption o sustain them and the dragons was too much too soon.
And now, on top of the existing Primordials, it seemed regur dragons were being birthed. Lesser creatures with lesser stats, but still intelligent enough to unicate.
Sighing, Ats opened his divinity menu and toggled Oracle, seleg the Primordial Dragon Queen as the recipient.
"I have to sound like an authority figure," Ats muttered.
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Oracle-10 DivinityDivinity90 (-10)Message:You've done well and have exceeded my expectations. Spread your children out across the world. The nd you reside in isn't ready for so many and is being ed too quickly.
Please refrain yourself, Regina, and the other Primordials from having kids until the world support it.
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Ats's eyebrow twitched after rereading his own words. "I feel like I would be punched in the face if I said this to a dy..."
From the side, he heard Wisp chirp angrily before hitting the deliver button. The blue interface holding the message flickered and vanished.
"You named her?" Wisp chirped disapprovingly. "She isn't a pet."
"She doesn't have a er almost five hundred years though?"
"No, but naming isn't a good idea either."
"Why not?" Ats tered. "I don't want to walk around calling you 'bird,' and I don't want to keep calling her 'Primordial Dragon' all the time either. Especially after 500 years, a name is the least she should receive. I just don't have the divinity points to give her more."
Wisp chirped again, still disapproving. "It's just different. Humans don't name farm animals fhter to avoid being overly attached. This world-"
"Is my world," Ats cut it off, his voice firm. "So it's my decision- especially if I have to live with it after it's all said and done... if any of this is real."
The two locked eyes, tension lingering for a moment before Wisp shook its head and fell silent.
Ats didn't like how cold the bird was when it came to this, but judging by its behavior, it had likely withis before.
Or at least he hoped that was the case.
His gaze returo the monitor, " I see a live feed of her receiving it?"
Wisp motiooward the globe with a flick of its wing.
"Just zoom in like you did before."
Ats refocused on the tral mountain peak, his fingers brushing the surface, spreading his arms wide to zoom in once more.
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Like a funnel, lightning arcs streaked across the sky. They swirl like water, crag loudly as a rush of air drew the eyes of every living creature across the ndmass.
In a brilliant dispy of light, visually like a whirlpool f, this strange phenomenon spirals above the Primordial Queeing atop the mountain.
The younger Primordials and dragons backed away with uainty, but the eldest among them, the i- the true Primordials- watched with eager anticipation.
Closing her eyes, the funnel desded and enveloped her. With a deafening roar, and unimaginable power, many of the dragons are swept back.
Some dug their cws in, trying desperately not to be swept away while others took to the sky, allowing winds to carry them.
Chaos desded swiftly upon the nd.
Dwarves looked up see swarms ons cirg the peak with glints of light falling from the peak as gems are scattered like falling stars.
When it finally ends, the rock around her pulsed golden with divine energy.
Her appearance was untouched, and all eyes rested upon her.
Twin screams erupted from the mountain's edge from a pair of dwarves who were deliveriones for trade. They had barely mao take cover behind a rge boulder, but their eyes were burned from their sockets from the divine radiance.
Yet, as if to ahe suffering, their bodies shimmered- the same golden light radiating from the stoh the Primordial Queen now engulfed them as well. Their eyes materialized, and their pain faded.
Shocked and in bewilderment, the dwarves blinked and looked around as the dragons sniffed and watched them curiously.
"The Sky God has spoken to us for the first time in nearly 500 years," the Primordial Queen spoke, the strength of her voice causing the ground to shake. "He has bestowed upohe divine name Regina, and has delivered us ands."
A hushed silence fell over the gathered dragons and dwarves alike.
The golden and sapphire Primordial females, who had been by her side sihe dawn of time, lowered their heads in reverence.
"It is a great honor to have been given a name by the Sky God. Our jealousy knows no bounds," The golden female Primordial speaks, her voice steady but tinged with envy.
The sapphire Primordial lifted her head, her pierg gaze locked ontina.
"What is his will?"
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Over the months that followed, Primordials- fnked by their dragon kied the ndmass, heeding the Sky God's will.
Upon witnessing this diviervention, many who were doubtful before now believed.
There were still nonbelievers.
Some dwarves, deep within the mountains, had not seen the spectacle firsthand. Others simply ig, whether out of stubbornness or a refusal to accept what was beyond reason. There was also the small fra, turies ter, that still distrusted dragons.
And a small fra- though quiet in their voices- leaoward skepticism, g the event was a natural phenomenon, misinterpreted as the "Sky God’s message."
But faith, overall, had taken root.
Shrines were erected, drawings created and sculptures crafted, all with the mountain as the core image, bathed in divine light.
Regina, the Primordial Dragon Queen and Messenger of God, also became their symbol of newfouion.
This year, Year 478, became the first recorded date on a new dar- one shared between dwarves and dragons alike.
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Event Log Minor Heal- 25 DivinityMinor Heal- 25 DivinityDivinity:40 (-50)----------------
Year478Divinity Deposit186 (22 Years Remaining)Believers:6419on:6239 ( +6 Divinity per tury, + 0.000006239 Gene Points per tury)Special:180 ( + 180 Divinity per tury, + 0.0000018 Primordial Points per tury, + 0.00000018 Gene Points per tury)-----------------------------
Ats tapped his fingers against the sole, irritation flickering across his face.
"I didn't know it would be that fshy and dangerous," he grumbled, watg the two dwarves pat themselves down in stunned relief.
"Is it always like this?"
"Yes," Wisp replied matter-of-factly. "You restrain the dispy by allog more divinity points ime."
Ats frowned. "How does that make- whatever," he sighed, rolling his eyes before turning his attention back to the believer t. "It was worth it for the long term."
"I love those Primordials," he beams brightly, his gaze settled on the Specials with delight.
The boost infted his ego in the moment. A six hundred pert increase. Winning that made him feel like a genius, like a good stock trade or a winning gamble- until the one.
Ats exhaled happily, the irritation pletely fotten as he spun the p beh his fiips, watg the tis shift under his touch.
"Oh yeah, the Eastern ti requires attention?" Ats asked, his mind drifting back to what Wisp had been nagging about earlier.
"Yes, Weaver Ats," Wisp sighed. "Thankfully, this time, you still have time."
Ats nodded, smirking to himself, choosing to ti a leisurely pace.
Zooming in on the eastern ti, which is mostly desert across the tral parts, his eyes widened in surprise.
Dark skinned elves and dwarves had taken root in different regions. The bck-scaled Primordial dragon and a grey Primordial, who left disgruntled, also made their homes on the ti.
Ats tilted his head, his thoughts drifting.
‘Where did the other one go?’
With a mental cue, the globe spun rapidly, the interfaing in on a different region.
‘Ah, there it is.’
The third and final Primordial, its scales a deep green, had cimed a mountain on the western ti, simir to his inal home 478 years ago.
Uhe others, this one appeared more peaceful.
Ats rotated the image, sing the terrain.
‘None of the nd looks desoted or heavily damaged... Good sign. But no guarantees.’
Nodding to himself, he refocused on the Eastern ti, pulling up the CDIM. He still needed a basiderstanding of what had transpired.
