High above the ruins, Kaelen steadied his breathing as the crimson eruption below continued to spiral into the heavens. The roar still vibrated in his chest like a living quake, rattling the Blade of Eternity in his grip.

Kaelen's eyes narrowed, his focus piercing downward through the storm. Christopher was gone—no, something else had taken his place. That wasn't just power… it was a presence. Ancient. Primeval. A force that felt like both genesis and annihilation woven into one unbearable weight.

Kaelen clenched his teeth.

"Eternity… what in the gods' names am I looking at?"

For a moment, Eternity was silent, the voice within him muted as though even it weighed its words carefully.

Kaelen pressed harder, his voice a low growl in his mind.

"That crimson dragon… it said it was the creation of all things and the destroyer also. Is that… true? What is that essence inside Christopher?"

At last, Eternity sighed—a sound heavy with ages of memory, a resonance that made Kaelen's veins feel heavy with starlight.

"That is not merely an essence, Kaelen. That is my brother."

The words struck Kaelen harder than any of Endless's blows. His grip slackened for a moment, his body freezing mid-air.

"Your… brother?"

"Yes," Eternity rumbled within him, sorrow faint beneath its ancient calm. "The Crimson Dragon, whom you see now, is no lesser being. Once, he was as I am—a god of infinite scope. While I remained bound to safeguard balance across this multiverse, he left. He sought beyond. He tore through the veil and ventured into another multiverse entirely, chasing truths even I dared not."

Kaelen's pupils shrank. His heart thundered with disbelief.

"Another… multiverse? You mean… Aetheris isn't the only—"

"Of course it isn't," Eternity interrupted gently. "What you call reality is but one thread in an endless loom. My brother wandered across countless planes, cataloguing existence itself. But when he returned…" Eternity's tone deepened, weighted with grim inevitability. "…he was no longer the same."

Kaelen's throat dried. Below, Christopher's roar shook the clouds themselves, the crimson aura tearing cracks into the air as though reality itself feared to touch him.

"He came back as that blade," Eternity continued. "A weapon forged not by hands, but by choice. He shed his godhood and became steel—becoming both prison and vessel. A paradox of creation and destruction made manifest. That sword your comrade held… was never just a relic. It was my brother's eternal will."

Kaelen's jaw locked, fury and disbelief surging through him.

"And you didn't warn me?! You let Christopher wield it all this time—without telling us what it really was?"

Eternity's sigh rumbled again, heavy with guilt.

"If I told you, you would have sought to bury it. And had you buried it, Endless would have found it long before you ever drew breath. Better it remain hidden in plain sight, sealed within the veins of mortal destiny, than fall into his claws."

Kaelen's grip tightened around his blade until his knuckles whitened. He glanced once more at Christopher—no, at the crimson dragon reborn—his body glowing like a living apocalypse.

"Creation of all things… destroyer of all things…" Kaelen muttered under his breath, disbelief shaking him. "That's the kind of power you let one of my companions wield without so much as a warning? Gods, Eternity—are you trying to kill us all?"

But Eternity only replied, voice resonant, immutable:

"The blade has chosen. And now… so has he."

Kaelen's chest clenched as he realized the truth. Christopher was no longer just Christopher. He had become the vessel of Eternity's brother—the Crimson Dragon.

And for the first time since he began this battle, Kaelen felt a chill that was not from Endless, not from chaos, not even from the void—

—but from what was now awake among them.

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Perfect — you want the spotlight to shift upward beyond the battlefield, showing the reactions of the Twelve Concepts and the Celestials as they watch the Crimson Dragon erupting from Christopher, but without them knowing that it's Eternity's brother. Here's the long, explicit continuation:

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Far above Aetheris, beyond the skies where even Kaelen and Endless clashed like gods, the eternal firmament rippled. The twelve thrones of the Concepts—abstract powers that defined all of existence—vibrated in discord, their council chamber of infinity awash with crimson light that even reality itself could not mute.

The Crimson Dragon's roar had not only shaken Aetheris. It had pierced the heavens, resounding into the higher planes where even gods dared not intrude unbidden.

The Concept of Time, draped in flowing threads of hourglass sand, leaned forward on his crystalline throne. His voice was deep, resonant, each syllable making centuries quiver.

"This aura… it should not exist. Not here. Not anywhere."

The Concept of Life, veiled in a gown of green fire, pressed her hand to her chest, her expression wavering between awe and dread.

"It feels… paradoxical. Creation and ruin in one breath. How can something give birth to life and strip it away at once?"

Death, ever silent, stirred for the first time in eons. His eyes, blacker than void, narrowed as he spoke in a whisper that carried louder than thunder:

"That is no mortal awakening. That is a being that predates even our dominion."

The other Concepts stirred uneasily—Order and War, eternal rivals, both reacting in rare unity. Order's luminous robes trembled as his tone sharpened.

"Whatever it is, it threatens stability across every strand of reality. This is unacceptable."

War, a figure of infinite swirling fractals, chuckled low, though there was unease in his eyes.

"Unacceptable? I'd say magnificent. A force that can shake even our thrones. Perhaps something… older."

A wave of tension filled the chamber. None wanted to admit the dread gnawing at their essence. They were the Concepts—the first wills to give shape to everything. Yet even they felt small in the crimson resonance.

The Concept of Knowledge tilted his head, his ancient eyes shimmering with threads of countless ages.

"I do not recall this. This… entity does not exist in the annals of my recollection. Not in this world, not in this multiverse."

Origin, whose eyes glowed with weaving threads that mapped the lives of every being in existence, leaned forward suddenly, horror tightening his gaze.

"It does not exist in fate either. No line, no prophecy, no outcome records this. This thing… it was never written."

Gasps rippled among the eternal thrones. Something that existed outside of both Knowledge and Origin? It was an abomination to the very laws they upheld.

"Then it must be extinguished," said Dominion firmly, his voice echoing like a gavel upon reality. "If it exists outside fate and history, then it is an infection. And infections must be cut out."

Life flinched but did not protest. Death gave a solemn nod. Time closed his eyes, sand spilling from his fingertips like inevitability. Even War, though smirking, gave no true opposition.

Together, the Concepts turned their gaze outward, into the boundless firmament, where the shining host of Celestials knelt in eternal vigilance. Each Celestial was a living star, their wings made of galaxies, their eyes radiant with the justice of their masters.

Dominion's decree resounded:

"Observe this crimson being closely. If its essence proves hostile to the balance of Aetheris, you will not hesitate. End it."

The Celestials bowed as one, their combined voices creating a chorus that shook constellations.

"We hear and obey."

The Concept of Judgement, whose armor bore scars of countless divine conflicts, leaned on his spear and gave a grim smile.

"It will not last long. Whatever it is, the Celestials will end it swiftly if it threatens our domains."

But Origin's voice cut through, low and trembling with a rare fear.

"Do not be so certain. I cannot see its end."

The chamber of infinity grew silent. For the first time since the dawn of all things, the Twelve Concepts, who ruled over existence itself, watched something they did not understand. Something they could not predict.

Far below them, on the blood-soaked grounds of Endless's ruined domain, Christopher's body shook violently as the Crimson Dragon's essence merged deeper into him. His roar tore apart mountains, his crimson aura burning holes through the void itself.

And high above, Kaelen, who had just learned from Eternity the truth of that being, could only grit his teeth at the irony—

the Twelve Concepts, those who once banished Endless, were now already moving to put Christopher down…

And Endless himself, despite his fury, had gone utterly still in the skies. His laughter trembled, his eyes widening in recognition of the impossible.

"No…" Endless whispered, almost to himself. "…this is unacceptable."

But despite Endless whimpers of disbelief...

The battlefield below was hushed for a single, shattering heartbeat. Every eye, mortal and immortal alike, locked on Christopher—no, on the crimson dragon essence now wearing his body like a vessel. Its aura pressed on the world itself, making the ground quake and the skies bleed red.

Kael Dragonyx, even in his five-fingered Chaos Dragon form, trembled with something alien to him—fear. His claws twitched, his instincts screamed. He could not ignore it. If he hesitated, he felt he might be swallowed whole by that terrible presence.

'No! I refuse to give in to this fear!!'

ROAR!!!

With a roar meant to drown his own unease, Kael lunged, lightning and chaos blazing across his blade, his draconic wings tearing the air apart.

But the being within Christopher did not flinch. It did not even look at him.

A single pulse. A single movement of will.

Kael was ripped from the air like a leaf caught in a storm and hurled across the battlefield, his colossal body skidding through mountainside and stone, crashing into the ruins with a thunderous impact that shook the very domain of Endless.

The crimson dragon's eyes glowed brighter. Its voice, both majestic and dreadful, rolled over the hushed battlefield in a tone that promised nothing short of calamity:

"Know your place."

And in that instant, everyone—friend, foe, and even Endless himself above the skies—understood: Kael Dragonyx had not even been acknowledged as a threat.