Demonic Dragon: Harem System

The scream echoed.

Two, three, infinite.

The reflection and Daniela roared in unison, and the void shattered into concentric waves of pure green and black energy. The creatures watching, motionless until then, were swept away in a flash like insects burned in fire.

The emerald blade, once firm, began to crumble in the reflection's hands, piece by piece, as if being corroded from the inside out. Daniela didn't let go. Her claws burned, her mouth latched onto the reflection, not devouring flesh, but sucking the essence that tried to pass itself off as her.

The reflection screamed. Not as an enemy, but as a part of her being ripped away.

And Daniela felt it—the hatred, the emptiness, the resentment. She felt every grain of that darkness pouring into her.

The flames around her exploded even more, not just dark green, but with a deep shade of white at the center. Something new, corrosive, greater.

"I won't run from you…" Daniela growled, her voice, half-human, half-bestial, reverberating like thunder. "I'll be you. And you'll be me."

The reflection tried to resist, its hands dissolving into smoke, but there was no escape. Daniela swallowed it whole, swallowing her own shadow.

And in the next instant, the void trembled.

Not in response to the creatures.

Not in response to the battle.

But in response to the fact that the spell—the mental prison that held her captive—had lost its balance.

The invisible walls of nothingness began to crack, like glass being crushed. The remaining creatures howled in despair, as if realizing they were ceasing to exist along with the space.

Daniela, now standing, no longer seemed tottering.

The dragon rose colossally, wings spread, green-black flames wavering like wicked auroras. But the eyes… the eyes were different. No longer despair. No longer emptiness. They were steady. Burning.

And hungry.

She took a deep breath, the air trembling as if it would suck in all existence around her.

And when she exhaled, the roar wasn't just sound—it was a decree.

The ground, if there was any, collapsed in spirals. Nothingness crumpled as if made of dust. And the remaining creatures dissolved into dust before Daniela could even touch them.

It didn't matter.

She wanted more.

"You tried to devour me…" Her voice sounded like thunder reverberating within her own mind. "Now I am the one who devours you!"

She advanced.

Each step was like a cataclysm.

Where the claw descended, dozens of beings were reduced to nothing.

Where the wing beat, rifts tore the void as if it were fabric. And where her mouth opened, the emerald flame consumed everything—leaving no dust, but absorbing, drawing it in.

The roar echoed in multiple layers, not just of fury, but of hunger.

She devoured everything.

The amorphous bodies, the screaming mouths, the multiplied eyes—everything was ripped away, chewed into pure energy, and incorporated into Daniela's flames.

The walls of the spell began to fold in on themselves, trying to close, trying to contain. But there was no containment.

She dug her claws into the air, and the black sky itself tore like flesh.

Outside, Daniela's body arched again, the scales on her arms and neck expanding in grotesque patterns. The ground of the island shook, as if something were trying to emerge from it.

Kali screamed, backing away even further. Rogue raised her blade, instinctively on guard. Even Xyn took a step back, staring at Strax with wide eyes.

Strax, however, didn't back down.

He remained kneeling beside her body, fists clenched, his face hard as stone.

"Hang on, Daniela…" he murmured, his voice hoarse. "If you're going to fall, let it fall looking at me."

Frieren, still with his hand on her forehead, wept blood from her eyes. The glyphs on her skin writhed like burn marks. "She's… devouring the entire spell…! I don't know if… if her mind can handle it!"

Back in the abyss, Daniela didn't stop.

Every creature, every piece of nothingness, every shred of code that formed that space… she swallowed it all.

And with each new spark absorbed, she grew.

Her wings grew larger, the flames denser, her body more solid.

At a certain point, there were no more creatures.

Only the spell itself. The space that trapped her began to shrink, trying to escape, trying to expel her before it was completely devoured.

Daniela laughed, a deafening sound that tore through the void.

"Are you going to try to expel me now?! After locking me in here, using me as a toy?!"

She opened her mouth.

And bit the very air.

Nothing screamed.

There was no mouth. There was no throat. But Daniela heard it. The spell screamed in pure terror as its pieces began to be ripped away.

It devoured the pillars that supported the space.

It devoured the symbols that formed the spell.

It devoured even time and silence.

And with each piece consumed, the world shattered further.

The abyss ceased to be an infinite space and became a closed room.

Then a cube.

Then just a sphere around her, contracted, pulsing, begging for survival.

Daniela smiled, revealing rows of flaming fangs.

And dug in her claws.

The sphere ripped open.

She pulled it into herself, tearing, chewing.

And swallowed it whole.

The spell vanished.

There was nothing left to contain her.

Silence.

A pure, unburdened silence. The kind of silence that only exists when there is absolutely nothing left.

Daniela took a deep breath, feeling within herself not only the reflection she had devoured, but also the power of the prison that tried to break her.

It was heavy. Painful. But also liberating.

She laughed.

She laughed loudly, a bestial laugh, but it quickly transformed into a human one.

Her wings began to dissolve into smoke, her scales retracting, until finally, the woman rose again.

Daniela, naked, bloodied, but standing.

Her eyes still glowed a fiery emerald green, but now there was something new in them.

Something absolute.

Outside, her body heaved.

The flames covering her arm extinguished in a wave, and the scales retracted as if they had never been.

Daniela sucked in a sharp breath, opening her eyes suddenly.

And everyone recoiled.

For her gaze wasn't just that of a woman awakening from a nightmare.

It was that of someone who had devoured an entire world…

And conquered.

She smiled.

A tired but victorious smile.

"I told you I wouldn't be swallowed."