Rebirth: Primordial Demonic Dragon System

The Celestial Throne Room, where the gods convened, was an awe-inspiring sight—a space suspended between realms, its crystalline walls reflecting the infinite expanse of stars and universes. The room resonated with the hum of divine energy, a reminder of the power and responsibility that came with godhood. 

   Yet tonight, the air was heavy with tension, the kind that preceded a storm. André, the God of Creation, stood at the center of the chamber, his golden robes glowing faintly against the darkness. 

His long silver hair shimmered with streaks of black, and his amethyst eyes burned with an intensity that even the other gods found difficult to meet. He had sensed unease in the Pantheon for weeks now, but he never expected it would come to this.

  "Why?" His voice, commanding yet laced with disbelief, reverberated through the chamber. His gaze moved from face to face—those he had trusted most. The Demon God, Zariel, smirked, his obsidian horns glinting under the ambient light. 

  "You've grown too powerful, André. Even gods have limits, yet you continue to defy them. You're a threat to the balance."

 "Balance?" André's tone sharpened. 

 "I created this balance! Everything you see exists because of me. And now you dare to conspire against me?" 

 Beside Zariel stood Drakof, the Dragon God. His golden scales caught the light as his tail coiled behind his. He averted his eyes, his expression unreadable.

  "You've upset the natural order, André. Even the dragons question your judgment. This was not an easy choice, but it is a necessary one."