The being had to admit, Harry was quite the prodigy.
Understanding such complex runes on his first time using the spell, such talent was unheard of even across the countless realms, dimensions, worlds.
The being had seen countless worlds, countless civilizations rise and fall. Had seen wizards of such magnitude, but even they struggled to learn runes of this calliber, but this boy, a mere human he found by chance had such a terrifying potential.
The runes weren't simply mimicked, no, they were drawn with understanding, with purpose and finesse. The runes being written not by memorization, but by understanding alone.
Harry had already the risks of Summoning, he quite literally died the last time he did but now, he did not hesitate or question. Confident in what he could do, but it did not come from stupidity or the fact that he cpuldodoe permanently, the confidence came from the fact that he knew his current way was absolutely correct.
Because it was, every rune was inscribed in the right sze, right order and in the right way.
"I must say, this is quite impressive."
The being looked at news runes that were forming.
"Oh a fire type monter."
Harry was looking pale, whatever he was summoning was clearly too much even for his huge amount mana.
The being's eyes widened as he noticed a certain set of runes, radiating pure power being etched into the circle.
The runes red Ashanda–
"Well shit."
The being in it's cat form became as pale as white.
Harry too focused on his summoning to hear the being's words.
The being floated over to Harry's bed, dismantling it with it's paws, getting rid of the screws, nails and others, throwing away the bedding.
Hearing the commotion Harry looked back at the being.
"Why are you disassembling my bed?"
Harry asked, the being did not answer as began to use the planks from the bed to build a car sized coffin, or a casket, or even a sarcophagus if you wanted to be fancy you literate fu-
Harry looked on I'm confusion, still casting the spell, he noted that unlike last time, this summoning spell was taking a long time to complete.
The being carried the coffin out of the apartment, floating down to the ground where they found a spot next to a tree. Taking a shovel and began to dig their own grave.
The being split himself into two, the original body going into the coffin as the split put the lid on, nailing it in and throwing the coffin into the grave. Filling the hole with soil and erecting a tombstone. The clone then disappeared after.
Harry was confused, then with a hum the summoning circle sent out a wave of mana.
"I Summon thee, creature of flesh and blood!"
With a scream, Harry stabbed his broom into the floor.
The summoning circle lit up brightly as it collapsed, shattering like glass as even it couldn't handle what it brought forward. Rupture, countless ripples extending from where the circle was, extending to the ends of the ever expanding universe, reaching beyond.
The buildings began to melt, the air burning into ashes, the sky becoming bright red from the hear alone. Everything was melting away like a small cube of ice placed inside a volcano.
Reality itself was struggling to withstand the flames, bending inwards like a lung taking it's final breath, gravity became undone.
The universe itself held of breath, trembling as if it remembered what true fear was.
Harry though he was being melted and evaporated couldn't die.
The Sun itself began to disintegrated from the heat alone. Stars, no matter how great, all ignited as they couldn't handle being in the same realm as him.
First talons, each bigger than any mountain, then the wings, so impossibly vast it blotted out the flow of fate and destiny, scales as red as blood red rubies, size impossibly big, fangs sharper than anything, radiating such raw unbridled power.
Space was twisting, the heat was melting through space.
Time forgot how to flow, stopping in it's tracks as it too was being burned.
A red dragon wreathed in flames, it raised its head. Opening it's maw.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
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TO BE CONTINUED