The deities smiled knowingly at each other as Ethereal stretched his hand out toward the doomed galaxy. Did the casualties matter? No - it would be an honor to the trillions of mortals absorbed into the dragons' toes and soles, for them to be a part of something far more significant than themselves. To Ethereal, to Krystal, it'd be such innocent fun, just watching the galaxy dwindle away as its spiral arms are sucked into their feet, converted into matter that the god and goddess can use to grow even further. Krystal wriggles her digits eagerly.

Dragoness belongs to my mate..

Art by RedFeathers @ FA.