Zelanus bowed his head low, his pride swallowed by the weight of his responsibility to his people. "If you can truly grant my people a future—a world where they can live and prosper—then I will serve you, Lord Beerus. My power, my life, and the loyalty of all insectars will be yours."
Beerus nodded approvingly, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Good. I always appreciate those who can set aside their pride for the greater good of their kind. Your people will have their chance, Zelanus. Now, remain here and prepare your followers for the changes to come. I have other matters to handle."
With that, Beerus and Velzar turned away, the faint hum of magicules marking their departure as they teleported to the dimension where Ivarage, the Dragon of Destruction, was sealed.
They arrived in a barren, lifeless expanse—an otherworldly void where the air seemed to shimmer with raw destructive energy. Before them stood a massive, otherworldly structure—a prison forged from divine magic and reinforced with countless barriers. Its surface pulsed with ancient glyphs and sigils, radiating immense power. Inside, through the translucent walls, they could see Ivarage—a massive, terrifying creature resembling an amalgamation of a dragon and a primordial force of nature.
Ivarage's body was grotesque yet majestic, with scales that seemed to shift like molten metal, radiating a toxic glow. His form was gargantuan, his wings torn and ragged, and his eyes—though closed—emanated a faint light that hinted at the unbridled chaos within. His mere presence made the dimension tremble, even in his dormant state.
Velzar stood by Beerus's side, her expression a mix of reverence and apprehension. "There he is," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of unease. "Ivarage, the Dragon of Destruction. His power is beyond comprehension, but he is nothing more than a mindless beast now, consumed by the magicules that gave him form. He has been sealed here for countless eons, yet even in slumber, his presence threatens the balance of existence."
Beerus stepped closer, his golden eyes narrowing as he studied the sealed dragon. The barriers surrounding Ivarage pulsed and flickered, reacting to Beerus's overwhelming aura.
"This… is the source of all the chaos on the insectar planet," Beerus murmured, his voice calm but laced with intrigue. "A being of destruction, yet utterly without direction or purpose. Such wasteful power."
Velzar glanced at Beerus, sensing his thoughts. "What do you plan to do, my lord? This creature is dangerous beyond measure. Even sealed, his aura creates new horrors. If you release him, there's no telling what could happen."
Beerus smirked faintly, his gaze never leaving Ivarage. "Dangerous, yes. But power like this is not to be discarded so easily. I came here to decide whether this beast can be of use… or if I should erase him from existence entirely."
As the air grew heavy with anticipation, Beerus extended a hand, his aura flaring as he began to probe the seals around Ivarage. The divine glyphs sparked and crackled in defiance, but they were no match for the sheer might of Beerus's power.
"Wake up, Ivarage," Beerus said, his voice resonating through the dimension like a divine command. "Your master has come to judge you."
Velzar stood silently, her gaze fixed on the sealed form of Ivarage as she explained its grim history. "Veldanava couldn't bring himself to destroy Ivarage," she said. "He believed that even something as destructive as this dragon might evolve, that perhaps time would grant it the capacity to understand, to feel, to think. But billions of years have passed, and still, it has remained nothing more than a mindless force of destruction."
Beerus, arms crossed, listened intently, his golden eyes shimmering with thought. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "Interesting. Veldanava's hope wasn't misplaced, but time alone can't grant purpose or identity to a creature like this. If it hasn't developed an ego by now, it never will—not on its own."
Velzar tilted her head slightly. "What will you do, my lord? If this thing truly cannot evolve, it is a danger to all existence. Perhaps it's better to—"
"No," Beerus interrupted, raising a hand. "I've made my decision. Destroying it outright would be a waste. Instead, I'll intervene directly. If it cannot develop an ego naturally, then I'll give it one."
Velzar's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You mean… you'll create an ego for it? That's never been done before, my lord."
"That's precisely why I'm doing it," Beerus replied with a smirk. "This is my judgment. If Ivarage can become something more than a beast, something capable of choice and reason, then it will live. If not… I'll erase it myself."
With a casual snap of his fingers, a surge of divine energy radiated from Beerus's hand, coalescing into a glowing orb. The orb pulsed with raw potential—a blank ego, unshaped and untainted.
Beerus stepped closer to the sealed dragon, his aura flaring with authority as the barriers trembled before his power. "Ivarage, your fate rests on this moment. Prove that you can be more than destruction, or you will cease to exist."
He extended his hand, and the glowing orb of the artificial ego shot forward, piercing through the seals and entering Ivarage's massive form.
The reaction was immediate. A blinding light erupted from the dragon's body, engulfing the entire dimension. The seals shattered like glass, and the oppressive magicules surrounding the area dissipated. Velzar shielded her eyes as the light grew brighter and brighter.
From within the radiance, Ivarage began to transform. His grotesque, chaotic form started to shift, his molten scales solidifying into a sleeker, more refined shape. His torn wings regenerated, spreading wide with newfound majesty. His eyes, once empty and glowing with mindless power, now sparkled with intelligence and awareness.
As the light faded, what stood before Beerus and Velzar was no longer the mindless beast they had seen moments before. Ivarage had become something new—his aura still immense and destructive, but now controlled, focused. He stared at Beerus, his gaze sharp and calculating.
After a moment of silence, Ivarage spoke for the first time, his voice deep and resonant. "Who… am I?"
Beerus smirked, pleased with the result. "You are Ivarage, the Dragon of Destruction. But now, you are something more. Your purpose is yours to decide, but know this—your power exists under my rule. Serve me, and you will find purpose. Defy me, and you will cease to exist."
Ivarage lowered his massive head, his expression one of contemplation and reverence. "I owe my existence to you. If it is purpose I seek, then I will follow you, Lord Beerus. Guide me, and I will serve."
Velzar, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but smile slightly. "You've truly done the impossible, my lord. Ivarage has become something far greater than any of us could have imagined."
Beerus chuckled, turning to Velzar. "Impossible is just another word for a challenge.
At that moment before Beerus left, the angels materialized in the dimension, the shift in the air was palpable. They had felt it—something monumental had just occurred. Their instincts screamed that they were witnessing something unprecedented. They arrived to witness the once terrifying and mindless Ivarage now standing in a humanoid form, his massive wings folded behind him and a powerful aura radiating from him. His eyes, once empty and hollow, now held a glimmer of intelligence, of thought. He no longer resembled the mindless beast that had once terrorized the world.
Feldway and the other angels—Opera, Zalario, Garasha, and Cornu—all stood in stunned silence for a moment, their eyes wide as they processed the transformation. The very essence of Ivarage had changed, his form reshaped by the power of Beerus's divine intervention. The once fearsome dragon now stood before them with an air of authority, but it was the presence of Beerus that made them realize the true magnitude of what they were witnessing.
Feldway, still kneeling, was the first to speak, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and awe. "What happened here, my lord?" His words were soft, respectful, yet filled with confusion. It was clear that the transformation they had witnessed was beyond anything they could comprehend.
Beerus, standing with his arms crossed, smirked as he looked down at Ivarage and then back at the angels. "I gave him what he lacked. A purpose, an identity. I granted him a blank ego and allowed him to forge his own path." He glanced at Ivarage, who stood before them, awaiting his next command. "Now, Ivarage is no longer a mindless destroyer. He has become something more. He will serve me."
The angels were speechless for a moment. Feldway, still kneeling, slowly raised his head to meet Beerus's gaze. "You… created an ego for him?"
"I did," Beerus confirmed, his voice calm and casual. "He had no sense of self before, no purpose. But now, he is his own being. He will choose how to wield his power, but only under my command. I trust he will learn his place quickly."
Ivarage, standing before them, spoke for the first time in his new form. His voice was deep but contained, laced with a new awareness. "I am Ivarage, the Dragon of Destruction. I now serve you, Lord Beerus."
The angels, still processing the turn of events, exchanged glances, but none of them could deny the truth of Beerus's words. Feldway, still kneeling, bowed his head in respect. "As you wish, my lord."
Beerus nodded approvingly, his smirk widening. "Good. Now, let's return to Celesterra. There is much to be done."
With that, the group—Beerus, Velzar, Ivarage, and the angels—teleported away, leaving the dimension behind. As they vanished, the transformation of Ivarage and the shift in power was undeniable. The Dragon of Destruction had been remade, now with a purpose and allegiance that could change the course of the world.