Chapter 8 - The Seeds Of Chaos

The second cataclysm was even less natural than the first. The race to drill to the planet's core had been won by the Cyber Lords. It was not a victory they were going to be able to celebrate for long. The crack they created began to release energies that not even they could understand. This energy affected the ancient ones that had slept in the forests, the volcanoes, and the swamps of the planet for eons. The most powerful of the dragons now awoke, and their morning greetings mostly consisted of swiftly taking total control of whatever area they happened to arise in...

The greatest effect of the rise of these dragons was the sheer chaos it caused in the Darkness, Fire and Nature civilizations. The Earth Dragons, though relatively peaceful, often simply ignored lesser beings in their movement and rampaging. The Zombie Dragons of the Darkness began to draw in the foul energies of death that permeate nearly every inch of their land, growing incredibly stronger as they did so, and the Volcano Dragons, along with the newest appearance, a truly evolved dragon with power unmatched by nearly any creature, began to wreak havoc upon the earth.

Emperor Quazla of the Water Civilization immediately informed the Light Civilization of the situation, giving them enough advance warning to allow for the development of specific anti-dragonic spell technology, and in the case of the Light Civilization, the deployment of the Mecha Del Sol, two of which were also 'equipped' with such anti-dragon technology, one in the form of a powerful barrier, and the other utilizing an impenetrable stealth that allowed it to become absolutely invisible in the eyes of dragons.

Nariel, the Oracle, and its many copies, sprang into action. This Light Bringer had been prepared for this possibility, and was able to completely suppress everything even approaching the power of a dragon, and many other things as well, dampening the chaos brought to the world by their reawakening, but not even Nariel, not even an army of Nariel, could be everywhere at once, and so, the dragons continued to spread their chaos across the world. Their effect was so unstoppable that it was, oddly enough, largely ignored. Their power could seldom if ever be harnessed, and as only the Light Civilization had any true defense against their onslaughts, their appearance seemed to be simply accepted by most other Civilizations as 'something to put up with'.

The small skirmishes continued as normal, beneath the looming might of the dragons, battles sometimes being abandoned altogether when the mighty creatures 'graced' the battlefields. All remained as normal as it conceivably could under the situation of creatures powerful enough to be revered as gods, wandering about wreaking their havoc. Save for a few creatures that gained great interest in studying the dragons themselves, and some of the Armored Wyverns, the inhabitants of the world all unanimously decided that it was simply best to stay out of their way, despite the almost inevitable upcoming, in the words of Quazla himself, 'end of history'.