Established Pinnacle: The Enigma

"Wait, isn't that... Young miss Miranda?" The youngest amongst the duo hidden within the folds of space asked in stupor.

The older woman shifted her gaze to her, and also realized the identity of the woman. She was Mirai's older sister, and the one closest to her in both talent and beauty.

Of course, being close, didn't mean she was almost on par with her. Mirai was a natural born low grade Champion, meanwhile, Miranda was a natural born millennia genius. She wasn't even a heavenly genius, so how could she compare with a Champion?

But, compared to their other siblings, she was 'close' to Mirai in favor. Hence when the space dragon lineage heard of Mirai's condition, they sent Miranda as a replacement, to keep their status within the silver dragon lineage.

"...The master has really fallen to such a degree? Has power gotten this far into his head?" The older dragoness thought in disappointment, her eyes glancing on Miranda with pity.

From childhood, she had always been outshined by her young sister, and giving her, her left overs. And even now, she was still obtaining the left overs of her dear sister, who might presumably be dead.

Her life was pitiful.

From childhood, things always went her way. Her father used to dote on her, her mother sang praises to her every deed, the people placed their hopes on top of her. She was the most beautiful princess of the empire.

She was the gem of the nation.

Yet with the birth of her youngest sister, her life switched. Everything was no longer to her favor. Her father ignored her presence, her mother always compared her every deed with her sister's, the people lost their belief in her.

She was no longer the most beautiful princess of the empire. She was always on second place, regardless of what she did, or had yet to do.

She was the eternal shadow of her younger sister. And even when Mirai was not there, she was still damned to be her shadow. Hence why she was pitiful.

"Let us leave. We are going to report back to the young lady, and obtain orders from her." The oldest said, her tone impassive as she tore through space and left.

The other dragoness still kept her eyes on Miranda, a hint of pity replacing her anger as she whispered to herself, "What about her? Are we not going to save the young miss?"

She softly asked to no one in particular, and as expected, the silence was her response.

She sighed, and tore through space as well, leaving and following after her senior sister in arms. They both left the hidden folds of space and returned to Mirai.

And just as they left, the lady they called Miranda, looked up where they previously hid. Her eyes blinked twice in confusion, as she could not understand why she suddenly felt at comfort, yet also at unease.

'It's probably nervousness. Yes, that's it.' She thought, forcefully calming herself down.

Unlike the people besides and behind her, and those below her, she did not feel any sort of adrenalin rush at all. Nor did the high momentum of war drive her valiance to bud.

None. But within her heart, endless guilt and sadness gushed in and out of her blood veins. And along that, was despair and regret.

• • • • •

Within the borders of the Silver Dragon Empire, of a land that covered an entire light year worth of land, a group of almost twenty beings floated within the skies in silver cloaks.

They were the remaining eighteen followers of Mirai, each with power levels foanctuating between Lesser Dragon King and Greater Dragon King in great intensity.

While in front of them, was a young lady with power levels far exceeding theirs, touching upon the boundary of Ancient Dragons rivaling Ancient Deities, with beauty rival those of Outer Divinities.

She floated before everyone of her followers, who respectfully stood behind her at attention. Her piecing gaze was stern, and her bearing was majestic, as she thoughtfully gazed at the Empire ahead of them.

An Empire built through the hardwork and providence of other people. An Empire that wasn't necessarily supposed to be here.

"My lady, we have returned." The folds of space gently tore themselves before her, as two silver cloaked beautiful women appeared and knelt down in front of her.

"Welcome back, Natasha, Ophir." Mirai greeted the two, then went straight to business. "Does your return signify the retaliation of the Silver Dragon Empire?" She softly inquired.

"Yes, my lady. The legion commanders, and the silver prince have decided to retaliate. It is unknown what form of retaliation they have in store, but mostly 60% of their army has been gathered." Natasha, the oldest among the two reported.

"That's a lot." Mirai couldn't help but blink her eyes in surprise. 'If they pull 60% of their man power, does this mean they are ready for a full blown war with us?' She thought with a frown.

"According to their man power, how long do you presume it would take them to reach the borders?" She asked while still in thought.

"Their weakest should be the demigods (half deities). And considering the support from their Skills, they would take around two minutes to cross the overall distance." Natasha instantly calculated, and responded.

"Two minutes to cross a single light year? Isn't that too slow?" Mirai subconsciously blurted out, yet thinking about it, half deities are not that powerful. Especially in this time and age, where Outer beings were prevalent.

"Yes. It is slow, but also worth praising." Natasha said, then kept quiet. Ophir was quiet from beginning to end, choosing to stay low key throughout the whole exchange.

"...."

Silence pervaded the atmosphere, as terrifying beings stood before and behind an even terrifying being who was shackled within her thoughts.

And the atmosphere remained as such for a few more seconds, when Mirai finally made her decision. "Alright. Transport every living being away, and begin destroying the border lands, and their nations."

"Make sure no soul is affected. You have an entire minute to finish with your preparations, before we can prepare to welcome my dearest husband." She said, her words dripping with icy coldness.

"Yes, ma'am!!"

The twenty subordinates obediently nodded their heads, and moved out to follow their mistress' orders. And with their power, taking out nations of billions of residents was not that hard of a thing.

With no one at their level of power, no retaliation came their way. They did not experience any difficulty forcefully transporting the living beings into their expansive storage space as well.

And thus, in under sixty seconds, tens of nations fell. A population enough to cover a planet silently disappeared, leaving an area of billions of miles as empty as a ghost town.

"My lady, we have done as you ordered." Ophir returned and reported, respectfully bowng down before Mirai, who nodded in understanding, "Good. Now, transport them back to our empire, and alert teacher that I am beginning my conquest." She added.

...!!!

And the contents of her words shocked the young dragoness, as her blood boiled in excitement. "Yes!! We will be back my lady, please await our return." She hastily said, blasting off into the distance, while shattering space.

The others couldn't help but shake their heads at their junior's antics, and tore through space. Their speed could cover the distance of a couple light years in seconds, but as space dragons, space movement was more preferable.

"...."

Mirai remained by herself, and floated within the air with her hands now folded behind her back. She was having mixed emotions for the coming meeting with the silver prince.

Parts from the previous Mirai, who had sadness, despair, and even longing for this man. While she herself, had anger, appreciation and even a hint of hate for him.

After all, it was because of him that she had transmigrated into this body, but also his fault she had such a poor start compared to most protagonists in novels

As for hate? She just felt it because he was a detestable man who used and threw them away when he was done. Had he kept her by his side, she would have tried to forgive him. Perhaps. Maybe. She wasn't sure.

'It's about time I charge up ahead.' She thought, floating forward at quite a leisure pace. Contradictory to her words, she was not at a rush to meet with the silver prince and his army.

After all, she was actually stronger.

From Teach, she came to learn of the cultivation of her peers, and how though she had to restart from scratch, she still surpassed many of them. 'Its probably thanks to the previous Mirai. With experience, my cultivation was easier.'

She thought, stopping above the destroyed border nations. Soon enough, this will be a dead land, featuring battle fronts from not only two empires, but many more.

Demons. Outer Gods. Seraphs. Dragons.

This coming decade, will be one to be remembered by the mortal world for centuries to come. A decade... that spread out Ragnarok!!