Introduction: I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com and Royalroad.com I have re-continued it on Tapas.io---------------------------------------------- Ethereal. A Primordial Storm. A Hyper-Sentient Being A God? No. But his creations seem to think so? Whole worlds sculpted from his own body. Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds. Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin. Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind. All serving you, all look up to you. Yet you say no, you are not a God. Because I am not. I can be hurt. I can be killed. I have limits. My Power is Finite, not Infinite. Thus I am not a god. Neither am I the only one of my kind. There are others and not all of them are friendly, I am not alone....