The Dragon's Mate Wreaks Havoc on The Gods

Sera had never been one to play by the rules. Not mortal ones. Certainly not magical ones and if she’d ever been aware of divine rules? Well, she’d have broken those too—just for fun. But here’s the thing about upsetting the balance of the universe: Eventually, someone notices and when that someone is a divine being? Things get… messy. In the space between realms, where time didn’t tick and power wasn’t measured, the gods watched. “She shouldn’t exist.” “She shouldn’t be capable.” “She shouldn’t have done it.” The words drifted, circling like vultures around a fresh kill. Each statement factual, detached, yet tinged with something undeniably uneasy. Seraphina shouldn’t have been able to do what she did and yet they had all just watched her do it. No mortal should have been able to claim a dragon let alone a primordial dragon without divine permission. No mortal should have been able to defy the Wintermother and walk away breathing and yet Sera did. "Did she just..." The question and admission hung in the air, a bitter, undeniable truth. And now now she was looking for the Goddess of Chaos. Which meant only one thing: She knew she was more than just a chaos witch and if she figured out what she truly was? Well. Then things would become very, very difficult for everyone sitting on their gilded thrones in the heavens. “The exile should have been enough.” “It wasn’t.” “She’s still moving.” “She’s dangerous.” A pause. A shifting of weight, of thought, of power. “She isn’t dangerous yet.” “But she could be.” Another pause. Longer this time. “We can’t wait to find out.” The gods had seen what happened when someone slipped through their fingers. When they let something grow unchecked. They had let dragons rise once. and when those mistakes had become too much, when they had threatened divine rule— They had erased them and allowed the Djinn to exist instead. They could do it again. For all the talk of eliminating threats, one of them finally voiced a question of reason. “What if she’s not a threat?” A silence followed. Uncomfortable. Charged. “What if she’s something else?” A shift in perspective. A shift in power. Because fear could be an enemy or it could be a weapon and if Sera was something new? Something useful? Perhaps there was a third option. Perhaps she didn’t need to be destroyed. Perhaps she needed to be claimed. “The Goddess of Chaos is gone.” “That’s what we believed.” “But now she’s being sought out.” Another shift. A decision forming. The first move had been made in a game where the pieces hadn’t realized they were on a board yet. One final voice, steady and resolved. “If she wants to find the Goddess of Chaos, If she can, I say let her.” A name was spoken. A command was given. And below Sera fate had just been rewritten.