Now she is.

“Yes, you are.” After rubbing her head affectionately, Damon lifted her from her spot upon his lap. She was perched upon his hand as would a trained, although drowsy, falcon. “Now, try flying.” He was holding her around sixty feet from the floor, and as she reared her form back, she leapt from his hand, and although there was a moment of plummeting, she quickly was gliding effortlessly through the air.

As a Fairy Dragon, she had no direct need to flap her wings for flight, where she wanted to fly, she would quickly glide, though her wings flapped regardless.

After nearly thirty minutes of fluttering about, she landed again on his hand, before being sat gently upon his shoulder.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, Ember.” He held out both hands before him, and after a second, the flaming form of Ember was in his grasp.

Damon accepted one of the legendary Skills he had banked, hoping it would react to his desires.

And react it did.

With Ember within his grasp, he pictured the most powerful flame creature he could imagine, no form preferred, just make her the strongest flame she could be, for her to burn hotter than the sun if she wanted.

And so, he cast Invoke Evolution, using twenty four million of the mana he had, and with that, she surged from a candle's flame to an insurmountable pyre, slowly fading to reveal an entirely new beast.

What appeared to be the merging of a Hellfire Wyrm, a Phoenix, an Efreeti, all manner of mythical creatures were embodied by Ember.

But they all began to trickle away.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drops began to fall away, the waxy appearance’s of the creatures she consisted of began to fall.

Drip.

Drip.

As the godly exteriors of Ember’s form melted away, she was floating, and though she was similar to before, her form was that of an eternal candle.

Drip.

Drip.

She quickly rushed onto Damon, a welcome warmth engulfing his body, “Thank you, Damon, I feel… I feel an immense power within me. It’s beyond anything I've ever felt before.” As Ember embraced him, her waxen figure was surprisingly cool to the touch.

“It’s what you deserve, really. I’m just glad it went right.” Damon was chuckling, a relieved air making its way through.

Ignoring the admission, Ember returned to coddling Damon in her embrace, and after some time spent testing out her wings, Dirpe returned, arriving upon his knee as though it were a landing strip and she were a plane.

“Dirpe loves her wings, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She was practically squealing through her entire journey, ending with a mighty glomp, as she nuzzled into his lower abdomen. As she eventually strayed her gaze, she noticed another change, “Ember’s different too! You look so cooool!!” Forgetting her flight entirely, Dirpe began to climb her way to Ember, the pair breaking into a rapt discussion.

As Damon was left unattended at the moment, he excused himself from the ladies conversation. As he was departing his throne room, his gait continued through the large halls and structures of his manor.

Really, he was just wandering around, getting to know his home.

So he walked and walked and walked, and after nearly three hours, he had trekked less than a fifth of the total structure. Specifically, not including the eight basement levels, as they were mostly empty.

As he was waltzing about his mighty home, he passively gazed at his status screen, and was absolutely shocked.

He was the same level, but his stats and his health and his mana were all massively increased. Then, he noticed that his Mad God title was at its first tier.

Was this an effect of that? Damon most certainly didn’t mind, not the least bit.

He could feel his power had increased significantly, but that was really common nowadays, Damon pleasantly realized.

He closed his eyes, and tried to remember the strongest creatures he’d heard of in this world.

After a minute of contemplation, Damon teleported over a hundred thousand miles north.

He was met with a mighty, frigid cavern entrance. The surroundings were a flurry of crystalized snow, razor sharp flecks blowing at hurricane **** speeds.

Though Damon was unaffected by them, even Dovei’s new Dragon form wouldn’t last long against these winds.

Damon strutted up to the entrance and pushed his way in, past a great deal of animal hides and even the occasional human carcass. Adventurers, for sure.

After making his way for a while, he was left face to face with a large group of Frost Giants.

“Whagh!? Giant!?!” The large band of Giants confused at his appearance, and were left looking up, at the titanic form of Damon strutting through their domicile.

Damon pointed at the tallest Giant, using Omnikinesis to **** him to walk to Damon. Said Giant, who appeared to be a chief of some kind, was almost forty feet tall, not as dwarfed by him as the others, but still far smaller.

The Giant Chief was straining against the torrential forces being applied to his body, but was rendered immobile, an articulate puppet, guided by the hands of an unknown enemy.

Thundering steps made their way to Damon, unwilling as they were, before a fearsome punch was reared and released.

Leaving the crowd of Giants stunned, and Damon utterly unfazed, as the arm of the attacking Chief splintered into pieces of viscera and bone, drawing pained screams from the seized mouth of the Chief.

The gathered Giants were stricken dumb, as their strongest member was rendered incapable of combat without a single action from the enemy.

Damon was standing peacefully, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, alongside blood.

Slowly, Damon reached his hand out, bringing it to rest above the skull of the Giant Chief.