Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

As the heavens still trembled in the wake of the Primordial Arbiter of the Elements, a sudden, violent shift erupted in the sky.

A roar.

Not just any roar—a defiant, wrathful bellow that shook the very fabric of reality.

The skies darkened, as though the heavens themselves feared what was coming.

The vision of the Bloodflame Thunder Dragon—a terrifying entity wreathed in crimson fire and streaked with untamed lightning—began to writhe.

Fury. Jealousy. Unwillingness to be left behind.

The dragon thrashed in the sky, its massive form twisting as its own power raged against its limits.

The crowd barely had time to process what was happening before something impossible occurred—

The dragon's very essence began to crack.

Not weaken.

Not shatter.

Crack—like a shell breaking open.

A deep, primordial pulse echoed across the land as glowing fissures spread across the Bloodflame Thunder Dragon's body. The flames coating its scales began to peel away, shedding like molten embers into the stormy abyss. The arcs of lightning that danced around it grew unstable, crackling violently before being drawn inward, vanishing into its body.

And then—

A second roar—one of agony and rebirth.

The sky split open.

From the rupture, an ancient claw—colossal, draconic, and shimmering with an otherworldly golden glow—descended.

It wasn't just a projection.

It was real.

A true dragon's claw, unlike anything seen in modern history, had reached from the void itself, clutching the evolving Bloodflame Thunder Dragon in an unbreakable grasp.

Adrian's breath hitched. His instincts screamed.

Something was interfering.

Something beyond mortal comprehension.

Before anyone could react, the claw dragged the writhing dragon into the abyss above—into the rift between realms where ancient beings slumbered.

Then—silence.

Not a single sound.

Not the wind. Not the rain. Not even the crackling of residual energy.

Just absolute, suffocating, unnatural silence.

Seconds stretched into eternity.

And then—

A third roar.

This one was not of rage, nor of agony.

It was a roar of absolute dominion.

Of ascension.

The rift shattered as a new entity emerged.

No longer was it merely the Bloodflame Thunder Dragon.

What descended from the heavens was something entirely beyond.

It bore six golden horns, each humming with primal power.

Its once-red flames had turned into divine gold, infused with an eerie blue hue—a fusion of celestial fire and condensed lightning so pure it bent space around it.

Its eyes—once fierce—were now piercing orbs of molten gold, exuding an authority that made every dragon across the continent tremble, their very souls instinctively submitting.

The Golden Tempest Dragon had been born.

A true sovereign of sky and storm.

But then—one last twist.

A golden insignia branded itself onto Adrian's chest.

A mark of something far, far greater.

Something that should not exist in this era.

[System Notification: Unique Evolution Triggered.]

[New Pathway Unlocked – "Sovereign of the Forgotten Sky."]

Adrian's eyes widened.

His Dragon Gift had not just evolved—it had become something entirely new.

And for some reason—he had the uneasy feeling that something… or someone… had just taken notice.