Flying through the sky, the clouds parted under the pressure of Kory’s wings, and as she went through countless dragon territories, none dared show up in her face. Usually, a young and fit adult drakaina like her would be immediately stopped by any dragon she crossed, but no one did that.

There were many reasons were they let her pass unhindered, and the first of those reasons was her own smell, reeking of cold ice, sulphur, and pumice. She smelled like both a white and a red drakaina, so most dragons were wary of her. They could sense that she wasn’t normal, and that was due to her having two heads.

Then, there was Isdis who rode on her back, having an aura as harrowing as ancient dragons, and releasing enough oppressive magic to scare even adult dragons into hiding. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t fight her; they knew that fighting her would cost them more than they could ever hope to gain.

The last reason was that the other scents attached to both of them: Arad’s scent, Gamond’s scent, Linda, Claug, and many more... Just one look at the sky and any dragon with a functioning nose could smell Kory in the sky and know that if he messes up with her, he’ll have to answer to Arad and the rest.

But there has to be a fool somewhere, and when Kory and Isdis were almost at the Arctic North, a large, ancient blue drakaina emerged from the black clouds and blocked their path. He was bigger than Kory, and his entire body roared with more lightning than any storm could ever have.

"Stop it right there, drakaina." He growled, and Kory stopped, glaring right back at him. "Get out of my way, I’m not going to stop in your territory."

"You’re going to that black dragon’s land." The dragon glared at her with his glowing yellow eyes. "I’ll advise you to turn around; the green horde has infested that land, and you’ll be only feeding them. You aren’t the first dragon to go check that place, and you won’t be the last one to die."

Kory tilted her head, and looked at the dragon with a smile. "Thanks for the advice, I already know the risk. You should get out of my way at once... unless you want him to shove it up your ass."

The blue dragon stared at her for a second, then his eyes opened wide. He could sense it, something massive behind, silently hovering in the dark clouds. He could only sense it since it interfered with his magnetic field, and when he looked back, Arad dispelled his camouflage.

Kory was almost 120 (394 feet) meters long from head to tail, the blue dragon was 180 (590 feet) meters, and Arad, who was behind him, was already longer than a whole kilometre (3280), and what was even more horrifying was that he was actively getting bigger by the second, expanding with size magic. Each time the blue dragon blinked, Arad was bigger than before, and his magic grew with him.

"Blue dragon IonyValmRum..." Arad’s voice sounded like thunder, and by the time he started talking, he was already making both Iony and Kory look like mere wyrmlings compared to him. "Nice to meet you... It seems that my brother had records about you. Have you heard of Donry Or Flamme?"

The blue dragon backed away. "You know my name?... no, wait, How do you know Donry and Flamme?" Arad looked at him with a grin, then got smaller, becoming almost the same size as Iony and Kory.

"Donry is your sister, right?" As Arad asked, Iony frowned. "Same father, different mothers."

"Well, her daughter Denki is one of my wives. You probably can’t smell her on me; she is quite weak compared to everyone else, so her scent gets masked." Arad flicked his claw and sent one of Denki’s scales flying toward Iony. "You can confirm it; we’re family now."

Iony sniffed the scale and could tell that it belonged to a drakaina that shared his sister’s blood, but something was off about the scale; it was marked by the Voracious Mother of all chromatic dragons. "This... she swore herself to Tiamat. You can’t possibly have her as a mate... unless you want Tiamat to rip you a new one."

"She can try, but I don’t just have Denki; I have Tiamat’s daughter as well. So, she can try." Arad smiled, "I won’t mind a second mother."

Iony sighed, "You’re crazy." And then, he looked to the north. "But... that aside, those orcs are really a problem. There are billions of them, and they are powerful. You kill a thousand, a million show up. They are worse than cockroaches and rats."

Arad looked in the same way. "I was there a second ago, and I’ve seen them. They consume everything: ice, dirt, animals, and the corpses of their own kind. They don’t care. If the front row dies, the second row eats them and gets trampled by the third. They are more like a carnivorous flood than living beings."

"Arad!" Isdis shouted, "Did you try to blow them away?"

As her voice boomed, Iony looked at her with a surprised face. "Huh, there is a human there..."

"I did, but more just showed up." Arad shrugged, "They just don’t end."

Isdis threw a glare at Iony for a second and then shifted her gaze back at Arad. "I know asking this meaningless, but can’t you or Mother Violet do something about the rift? Like, use your power to block it."

"I tried, but I just made the rift bigger, and Mother yelled at me for it. Those orcs had made the rift specifically so they could bypass the void dragons’ magic; we’ll only make it worse. It’s better to slow them down and wait for Merlin to reverse their spell back at them."

So now, a large chunk of the Arctic North was locked inside a titanic cage of glaciers created by Gamond to trap the orcs, but even that won’t last long. Twelve worlds, billions over trillions of green, massive, hungry orcs, a flood of pure barbaric savagery that cannot be stopped. Even if Arad wipes the billions that showed up, by that time, a hundred times more orcs would’ve been born, and many would be ready to leap into the rift.

"With the abominations, the bugs infesting Yggdrasil’s roots, and now the orcs... it’s as if the universe is falling apart." Arad growled as he flapped his wings, and the others followed him north. "I’ll help you fight them off. If they got out of there, they’ll be swarming my land next."

As Arad heard Iony’s words, he smiled, "Well, we’re glad to get all the help we could. But be careful, unlike us, you don’t have any protection, or do you?"

"I got some safety plans ready; I won’t die even if they killed me." Iony threw a glance back toward Kory, "I’m more worried about her, the human, not the drakaina."

Arad chuckled, "She can survive the orcs just fine. Believe me, she is stronger than you."

"And she isn’t alone." That voice didn’t belong to any of them, and when Iony looked back, he paled the moment he sensed that sharp, violent magic. Undine was there, sitting on Isdis’s shoulder. "Even dragons cannot call spirit Queens weak."

In the blink of an eye, the clouds turned black around them, and lightning exploded from Iony’s back. "Bitch, you aren’t Rilyeh. What are you!?"

His reaction was expected. Each world can only have one spirit queen of each element, and this world already had Rilyeh as its Water Spirit Queen, so Undine’s existence was against the laws of nature.

"Calm your scales down, lizard boy. I’m bound to him, not this world." She stood, rolled her sleeves back. "But I don’t mind beating some sense into you if you want."

Back in Yog’s world, Undine already had several adult and ancient white dragons serving her, basking in her frigid presence. Beating one blue dragon into submission should be a problem for her.

Arad looked at them. "The problem is him fighting you. The problem is that I’m here, and he’ll end up having to go past me before reaching you."

Iony sighed, "I’m not stupid enough to fight a spirit queen." He then pointed down at the frozen sea. "I just sent her a report."

Beneath them, Rilyeh was standing on the ice, glaring up at them with burning eyes, then in the blink of an eye, she flew into their path.

"Sorry, but there can only be one queen." Iony backed away, "We should let them decide who would stay and who should leave."

Rilyeh looked at them, then shifted her gaze toward Iony. "She can stay, I know her. She isn’t bound to this world, so she isn’t upsetting the balance. Also, if I try something against her..." She looked at Arad. "He and Zephyr won’t tear me apart."

"Don’t tell me..." Iony paled, and Rilyeh rubbed her belly. "He is inside me every night, and he is always violent..." Then, before Arad could actually tear her a new hole, she smiled. "Ah, I’m talking about the ocean; that’s my body. He eats a lot and is making it hard to manage the marine life."

But almost at that moment, they heard Gamond’s wall groan as the orcs tried to tear it apart.