When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

Milim Nava, the Dragon Princess, found herself standing in the middle of an open field. The wind blew gently, rustling the emerald grass that stretched endlessly in all directions. The sun hung in the sky, golden and warm, casting a peaceful glow over the land.

Yet—something felt wrong.

Her instincts, honed over millennia, screamed at her.

Where was she? Why was she here?

Her last memory was standing with the other Demon Lords before the Grand Order, ready to take on their trial.

But now—she was here.

And then, she heard it—

A child's laughter.

Milim froze. Her breath hitched.

Slowly, she turned.

And there she was.

Her best friend.

Her family.

The only one who had ever truly mattered to her.

Gaia.

A young dragon hatchling, scales glistening under the sun, his sapphire eyes filled with warmth and trust.

Milim's heart stopped.

Her mind went blank.

She took a shaky step forward.

"…Gaia?" Her voice trembled.

The dragon hatchling turned, tilting his head. "Milim! You were spacing out again!" he said with a pout. "Come on! Let's go play!"

Milim's entire body shook.

This wasn't possible.

Gaia was dead.

She had held his broken body in her arms, her hands soaked in his blood, her soul shattered beyond repair.

This… this had to be an illusion.

But it felt so real.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she wiped them away, forcing herself to stay strong.

"Gaia…" she whispered. "Is this real?"

The dragon laughed, his voice as bright as she remembered. "Of course it's real, dummy! You're acting weird today, Milim."

Milim clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palm. The pain grounded her.

She had to stay in control.

But then—

The sky darkened.

A foul, familiar presence slithered through the air.

Milim's eyes snapped toward the horizon—

And her heart dropped.

A shadow spread across the land, swallowing the sky in a sea of black flames.

The One Who Took Everything From Her.

A massive dark entity, its body formless yet monstrous, its aura drenched in malice and cruelty.

It was him.

The one who had killed Gaia.

The one who had shattered her world.

Milim's blood ran cold.

No.

Not again.

She refused.

"Run, Gaia!" she screamed, shoving him behind her. "I'll protect you!"

But the dragon just stared at her with confusion. "Milim…? What are you talking about? No one's there."

Her stomach twisted.

She turned back—

And the entity was gone.

The sky was blue again. The sun was shining.

Everything was normal.

Except—she was trembling.

What… what was happening?

"Milim?" Gaia nudged her gently. "Are you okay?"

Her head spun.

What was this? A dream? An illusion? A trick?

Or was this reality?

Her hands shook as she touched Gaia's scales. They were warm. Real.

Was she wrong? Was this truly… real?

Could she—have him back?

She had spent millennia mourning him. Millennia filled with pain, anger, and regret.

But now, he was here.

He was alive.

Tears blurred her vision.

She slowly pulled Gaia into a tight embrace, her fingers clenching his scales as if he would disappear if she let go.

…I missed you," she whispered.

Gaia chuckled, nuzzling into her. "Dummy, I've always been here."

Milim wanted to believe it.

She really did.

But—

Something was wrong.

Something about the way he spoke.

Something about how he reacted to the presence of that entity—or rather, how he didn't react at all.

Gaia had been smart. He would have sensed danger. He would have reacted.

Milim's eyes widened.

Her chest tightened.

"…This isn't real."

The world shook.

Gaia stiffened. "Milim… what are you saying?"

Milim pushed him away slightly, her hands gripping his tiny shoulders.

"Tell me something, Gaia…" Her voice was hoarse. "Do you remember what you said to me before you died?"

Gaia blinked. "What are you talking about? I never died."

Crack.

The sky splintered like glass.

Milim's heart clenched.

She wanted to believe.

She wanted this to be real.

But she knew the truth.

Gaia was gone.

And this was just a cruel illusion.

Her grip tightened, her nails digging into her palms. She bit her lip, her entire body trembling.

Tears streamed down her face, but she smiled.

A bittersweet, broken smile.

"…I love you, Gaia."

Gaia stared at her. His sapphire eyes flickered—then cracked.

And the illusion shattered.

Milim gasped, her eyes snapping open.

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

Her body was shaking. Her breath was ragged.

Her hands… were empty.

Gaia was gone.

Again.

Slowly, she lifted her head, her expression unreadable.

Aurelia, the Arbiter of Fate, gazed at her with unreadable eyes.

"You have passed," she announced.

Milim didn't respond.

She just… stood there.

Even knowing it had been an illusion, the pain lingered.

Even knowing she had passed, the loss remained.

For a long time, she didn't move.

And then—

She wiped her tears.

Took a deep breath.

And lifted her chin.

She had endured.

She had overcome.

Because she was Milim Nava, the Destroyer.

And she would not break.