Falling to a New World

As I reach forward to the new world before me I feel myself speeding up, suddenly being propelled towards the new world, falling like a meteor with incredible speed wreathed in green and black fire as I streaked across it’s skies, passing continents full of grasslands, deserts, jungles and mountains, before plummeting towards an isolated mountain in the middle of a hilly grassland, an old extinct volcano.

I plummeted through the open caldera and down, smashing through layers of old, lava tubes and vents, smaller magma chambers, before finally landing in the massive, open subterranean main magma chamber of this once great volcano.

I slowly stood through the cloud of kicked up old ash and debris scattered by my landing, the green and black fire that had enshrouded me during entering the world still burned inside the crater I left. I had only a moment to examine it before suddenly it flared in power and expanded, veins of green and black shining power snaked through the entire floor of the chamber, up the walls, across the ceiling, and up through all the various tubes, vents, and chambers, assumedly all the way up through to the Caldera.

That was the Pure Land choice taking effect, I could suddenly feel the surge of power through my body as I staggered slightly from the feeling. I felt then, inside my very being, my core beginning to make a connection to this newly created wellspring of mana. The black and green veins of power began to become more geometric, less chaotic and more ordered and built.

Suddenly the magma chamber’s walls were shifting and cracking as being worked and chiseled and formed. A grand cathedral was built of black metal and stone, massive hanging chandeliers of blackened metal and glass hung from the ceiling, burning with green flame. A number of hallways and rooms stretched out from this space, a barracks and an armory, a bedroom for myself, and for now hallways that stretched to nowhere.

A grand throne rose from the stone before me as stairs formed and split out of walls leading up and up through main vent of the volcano. The throne itself a chair tailored made for me, a being easily eight feet tall now, sporting two large winglike protrusions, I would say skeletal if they weren’t made of metal like the rest of my body. The throne had no back, but rather was surrounded by four crown-like spiked arches.

I snickered a bit as I saw this all emerge around my, knowing this was my dungeon, integrating with the Pure Land…also seeming to have picked up my inspirations from the Hive from Destiny. I strode up to the throne and sat down, feeling my sense connect to the entire dungeon, which spanned the entire volcano’s structure, though most of it was empty hallways and dead ends for now. The top was an open hole, inviting whomever made the climb to the top to jump in and fight there way through. I liked that, let some fools test themselves against me here, especially after I was done with my initial plans.

But first, let’s take a look at myself here…I stood an impressive eight feet tall, and had those two larg, metallic skeletal wings. My body was indeed that of a humanoid dragon, but the scales were all a deep, blackened titanium color, my eyes burned a deep green like the fire that had come with me. I noticed that down south, I had an interesting set up, like a scaled sheath that protected my new cock. Paying close attention to my body allowed me to see an interesting affect, the scales seemed to almost shift and flow like a ferrofluid surrounding a magnet, my core I assumed. But each seemed to shimmer and shine with that same green fire.

While admiring my new form, I hadn’t noticed my new minions form before me, but once I looked up from my inspection I saw them lined up before me. One hundred of them bowed on one knee, lined up before me. They were about five feet tall each, at first glance they were metallic kobolds, which made me raise an eyebrow. They should be shorter if they were kobolds, but upon a closer look there arms and legs were basically skeletal, their torsos while more solid were rather emasciated. Their kobold-skull heads all snapped up to look at me as I got close, green fire burning in their eyes.

I used my God’s Eye on them and found out they were all low level minions, their names…weird. The interface seemed to glitched and shudder slightly, one moment it said Kobold, than Ferric Kobold, then settled on Ferric Thrall…maybe my whole decision to follow a new philosophy and become the new god of The Sword Logic was already starting to break the magic a bit around me.

“Fortify the Dungeon, thralls. Prepare traps and defenses, patrol the slopes of the volcano. I have work to do.” I commanded, my voice was deep and but oddly smooth and melodic, with an almost metallic reverberation to it.

As they went out without so much as a word to perform their orders, I sat back down on the throne and focused on the Domain pocket dimension within me, and the Enoch form I had been given, feeling both of these powers twisting and ebbing inside of me.

I smirk and laugh to myself, “Let’s see just how much I can break things here…”