When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

A heavy silence loomed over Draguel as he stood atop a vast, crumbling mountain range. The skies above him were dark, swirling with crimson and black storms, as if the heavens themselves had been torn asunder. The air carried the scent of blood and burning earth, and in the distance, the once-proud lands of the Dragon Kings lay in ruin.

The great citadel of Draconyx, the eternal sanctuary of his kin, was now nothing but scattered rubble.

Draguel's golden eyes burned as he took a step forward. His massive, crimson-scaled wings twitched as he felt the weight of an unseen force pressing down on him. Something was wrong.

Then—

A roar shattered the sky.

Draguel's eyes snapped toward the horizon as two figures emerged from the storm of fire and ash.

Two dragons.

Two of his brothers.

Glassord, the Steel Tyrant.

A being of obsidian-black scales and molten veins, the enforcer of order, the strongest among them after Draguel.

Fenn, the Storm Devourer.

A silver-scaled monstrosity, long thought to be sealed away, his power feared even by the gods themselves.

Fenn should have been imprisoned forever.

But now—he was free.

And everything was burning.

Draguel's breath hitched as the realization struck.

The seal had been broken.

Their family… was collapsing.

His kingdom… was gone.

Because of him.

Glassord's glowing red eyes locked onto Draguel, his voice thunderous and cold.

"You did this, Draguel."

The words struck deeper than any blade.

Draguel clenched his fists. "Glassord… what are you talking about?"

Glassord descended, his massive wings stirring storms in his wake. His towering form, clad in dragonsteel armor, radiated rage and betrayal.

"You abandoned us," Glassord growled. "You sought power beyond our realm, chasing after ascension, leaving your family behind."

Draguel's eyes widened.

"I did it to protect us!"

Glassord snarled, baring his fangs. "And in doing so, you left Fenn to rot in his prison!"

Draguel's breath caught.

Fenn had been sealed away long ago—for good reason.

A being too powerful, too unstable. His mere presence could shatter the balance of the world.

Yet here he stood.

Free.

Fenn's silver eyes gleamed with madness, his wings crackling with storms that shredded the skies.

"You… my beloved brother…" Fenn's voice was twisted, filled with a sinister joy. "You abandoned me to an eternity of nothingness… and now you return, expecting to still be a king?"

Draguel gritted his teeth. "Fenn, you know why I had to seal you—"

"YOU CHOSE POWER OVER FAMILY!" Fenn roared, and lightning tore the heavens apart.

A flash—

And suddenly—

The battle began.

Glassord lunged first, his claws tearing through the air like black meteors. Draguel barely had time to react, raising his arm to block—

CRACK!

The impact sent shockwaves across the land, splitting the very earth beneath them. Draguel's bones shook from the force as he was sent flying backward, crashing through a ruined tower.

Before he could recover, Fenn appeared above him—

A maelstrom of destruction in dragon form.

"DIE, TRAITOR!"

Fenn unleashed a storm of pure devastation, lightning bolts the size of mountains crashing down toward Draguel.

BOOM!

Draguel barely escaped, his wings beating furiously as he dodged the storm, but the sheer force still scorched his body.

They were not holding back.

They were trying to kill him.

Draguel landed on the ruins of his kingdom, breathing heavily, his crimson scales cracked and bleeding. He clenched his fists, his mind racing.

Why?

Why was this happening?

Why had his family turned against him?

Glassord landed before him, his golden sword glowing with searing power.

"You left us, Draguel," he spat. "You left our family to chase your own selfish desires. You sought ascension… and in doing so, you doomed us all."

Fenn descended, standing beside Glassord, his malicious grin widening.

"This is the price of your betrayal, brother."

Draguel's heart pounded.

The weight of guilt threatened to crush him.

Was this his fault?

Had his pursuit of power truly doomed his family?

The thought tore at his soul.

Draguel closed his eyes, the echoes of their words burning into him.

But then—

Something clicked.

No.

This was not real.

His brothers… they would never do this.

Draguel's eyes snapped open.

And the world cracked.

Draguel exhaled, steadying himself.

He looked at Glassord. Looked at Fenn.

"…This isn't real," he murmured.

Fenn's grin faltered.

Glassord's eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Draguel stepped forward.

"I would never abandon my family," he said, voice unshakable. "I sought power not for myself, but to protect us all."

The world shuddered.

Draguel clenched his fists. "My brothers… my real brothers… would never betray me."

Cracks appeared in the sky.

Fenn's form wavered, distorting like a reflection in water.

Glassord's golden armor flickered, revealing glimpses of nothingness beneath.

"Begone." Draguel's voice was absolute.

And the illusion shattered.

Draguel gasped as his eyes snapped open.

He was back in the white void, standing before the twelve figures of the Grand Order.

The battlefield was gone. His wounds were gone.

It had all been an illusion.

Aurelia, the Arbiter of Fate, gazed at him.

"You have passed," she announced.

Draguel exhaled deeply.

His body trembled slightly, not from exhaustion—

But from the lingering pain.

Even knowing it was fake…

The sight of his brothers turning against him had hurt.

Deeply.

But he had endured.

Because he was Draguel, the Crimson Dragon King.

And he would never fall.