Dalton flew higher than the clouds, wings gleaming like a constellation in motion. From up here, the world looked vast and raw, like a painting—mountains rivers and forests.
Then, the horizon erupted.
A storm of divine light cracked the sky, shaking Dalton even in the upper atmosphere. He steadied himself with a powerful beat of his wings, narrowing his draconic eyes.
Far away, a battle raged.
At its center was a silver-haired girl whose laughter carried even across the distance. Shiroyasha—he recognized her instantly, the infamous Demon Lord and personification of the Geocentric Model. Her power blazed so fiercely it drowned the world in endless daylight.
But she wasn't alone. Surrounding her was a coalition of gods—dozens of deities radiating their own mythic authority. Different deities from different pantheons, all united in a single cause. Their voices thundered together:
Dalton felt the clash before he saw it. The air warped, earth cracked, the sky split. Shiroyasha hurled her radiance against the gods' combined might, refusing to yield. For her, the sun would never fall.
But the coalition pressed on. Blades of starlight, chains of shadow, torrents of divinity hammered at her burning dominion. The world itself seemed to cry out as the conflict reached its peak.
After that two goddess who seemed to be the embodiment of the beginning and end and he recognizes them alpha and Omega the goddes of the beginning and the goddes of the end
After that the battle moved away from where he could see.
And a little bit later the sun in the sky slowly moved and set for the first time.
For the first time, this world knew night and day.
Dalton hovered in stunned silence. His scales reflected the first moonlight, his wings caught the first sunset.
And he was here to watch it happen.
His claws flexed, golden sigils rippling across his body. He could feel the duel spirits stirring inside him, restless at the sight of history's foundation.
Dalton bared his draconic grin.
The first night spread its veil across the sky, the moon glowing above. And in that moment, the crimson Dragon saw history the first dawn of Little Garden.