SSS-RANKED Awakening: Supreme Fate-breaker System

Her body trembled slightly as she tightened the hug, her tears falling silently as she nuzzled against him. Her free hand continued to stroke his head in long, soothing motions. The care in her actions was unmistakable — love, concern, and deep relief woven together in every touch.

Beside her, the male dragon — now in humanoid form — rested a heavy hand on Ethan's head as well. His touch was firmer, steadying, but no less filled with affection. His golden eyes burned with pride and protectiveness.

The atmosphere turned solemn. Heavy with emotion Ethan couldn't fully grasp.

And yet… he felt it all the same.

Wrapped in warmth, held tight by beings whose presence dwarfed everything he knew, Ethan's confusion only deepened. Why did they look at him like that? Why did their touch feel so familiar… so right? Maybe it's because this body isn't his and the soul emotions is affecting him.

But under the press of her large soft breasts, Ethan couldn't help but relax a little, those two were extremely protective of him, he knew that much, but still, his ears was extremely sensitive to see if he could get more info, he needed info as fast as possible...

His heart ached with questions, even as the storm inside him calmed for the first time.

"It's okay, Aephyra... leave Kaeryx, the Glass Pyre Array should be able to keep him safe..." the male dragon said with a deep, rumbling voice, steady but laced with a hidden tension.

Aephyra, after hearing his words, didn't release her hands. Instead, she hugged Ethan's massive dragon head even tighter, pressing it deeper into her soft, warm chest. Her body trembled faintly.

"But he's still young… he's not even a day old yet. How can such tragedy befall us at the very moment of his birth? I've waited so long, Draeven... for years I longed, prayed, and dreamed. It took years just to get pregnant, and when I finally did… I had to endure centuries carrying him inside me." Her voice cracked. "The gestation period for us dragons… it's just too long."

The dragon man, Draeven, sighed, a sound that echoed like distant thunder across the silent realm. "The way of Heaven is mysterious and beyond our grasp. Heaven takes away the surplus… and fills what is lacking. We dragons, in our might and pride, pay the price in time. Our gestation is the longest among all races—mortal and divine alike."

Aephyra sniffed softly, her tears continuing to fall like quiet rain. Her heart, though still heavy, calmed a little at the familiar comfort of Draeven's voice.

But even so, the pain was unbearable. This was her first child—her long-awaited son, the one she had dreamed of every night, imagined holding close, imagined teaching the ways of the flame and sky. To be forced to part from him now, when he wasn't even a full day old… the grief crushed her chest like an iron chain. Words couldn't capture the storm in her heart.

But reality was cruel. Circumstances left her no choice. If she didn't act now, both she and her precious son would be obliterated. Sacrifices had to be made. Even if it tore her soul apart.

"If only… if only he was given a chance," she whispered bitterly. "A few years… even a single century… maybe then he could've avoided this fate." Her hands quivered as she caressed her son's scaled head gently, tenderly. "Draeven… I've barely spent a moment with him. We haven't even decided on his name yet. The name I suggested long ago… what do you think now?"

Draeven, watching this rare, vulnerable side of her—the side she had only ever shown him—felt something stir painfully in his chest. A tight, strange twist of emotion surged up.

'…Am I jealous? Of my own son?!'

The thought came unbidden, sharp like a fang, but he crushed it at once. A dragon like him, jealous of his own flesh and blood? Absurd!

'Hmph!' He snorted inwardly, shaking his massive horned head. 'She's mine to begin with! Why should I be jealous of my own son? He carries my blood, my pride!'

That was the truth. No second thought was necessary. He scoffed the emotion off like dust in the wind. That's who they were—creatures of immeasurable pride. The dragons, sovereigns of the sky and flame, whose pride was said to rival even the goddess of pride herself. Their arrogance wasn't a flaw; it was their birthright. Their crown.

And Draeven, the Supreme Devourer, wore that crown as naturally as his scales.

After shaking off those troublesome thoughts, Draeven exhaled slowly and met Aephyra's gaze. His deep voice rumbled once more, rich with warmth and pride. "You've given his name great thought, even before he was born. I can't think of anything better. So… I concede to you." He smirked faintly, the pride in his golden eyes blazing.

A soft silence fell between them for a breath before Draeven continued, his voice rising with conviction. "As you suggested… Kaeryx. It's perfect for him." His tail swayed behind him, muscles rippling with excitement. "Unlike every other dragon, he doesn't carry just one bloodline—he has awakened both at birth. Both the number one and number two dragon bloodlines… That is unheard of!"

His voice grew louder, brimming with an intense, unstoppable pride that only a dragon sire could feel.

"With your Eternal Pyre Sovereign Bloodline… he will wield the Eternal Pyre Flame, the undying flame, the number one flame in all the realms—supreme, unyielding, eternal!" His eyes gleamed dangerously. "And with my Supreme Devourer Dragon Bloodline—the second-ranked bloodline—he will devour any and every flame, any source of power, sparing only your Eternal Pyre Flame. Nothing else in existence can resist him."

Draeven's chest swelled, his wings spread wide as if to challenge the very heavens.

"It is only natural," he declared, "that he bears the name Kaeryx meaningFlame Sovereign! With our royal blood flowing through him, he stands above all dragons. Supreme! I expect nothing less… from my son!"

His roar echoed, powerful and proud, shaking even the invisible space they stood within.