Dimensional Descent

"Ancestor," Verma spoke after they left the range of Owlan territory, a hint of excitement in her voice. Compared to her usual gentle demeanor, she seemed to hardly be able to contain herself at the moment, as though she might burst out at the seams any second now.

The elder Celestial Ember chuckled. "Calm your heart, young one. We have yet to benefit as much as you might presume."

Verma's gaze dimmed somewhat when she heard this. But soon, the warmth of her Ancestor's wings made her smile bloom once again. What was there to fear?

Her Ancestor was chuckling, so the situation couldn't be bad. Since when did the Beast Empire fear hard work? If that was all it took, soon enough they would rise again.

"What do you need me to do, Ancestor?" She asked.

"You've already done more than enough, little Verma. It's time we old bones carry some of the burden."

"Can I know what our plans are?"

The Ancestor Celestial Ember fell into silence, each flap of her wings taking her across several bubble worlds. Just the shadow of her form in the skies was enough to paint the tales of countless legends for years to come. The imprint of what seemed like the feats of a god were difficult to erase from the hearts of the masses that witnessed them.

Verma lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Ancestor. I've overstepped my bounds."

The Ancestor Celestial Ember chuckled. "It's good to be eager, but trying to bite off more than you can chew will only harm you. Even so, you've done a great service for our Beast Empires this time, and soon enough, you will have a seat beside me.

"What I can tell you is that even if we gain nothing from this Life Tablet, it will be of great use to us.

wielded. They were the mighty harbingers of Beast Empire's pride. We, as their descendants,

is take the steps to one day return

wings that could

case, Ancestor... Does this mean

you are, indeed, a sharp one. Are you

friend..." she spoke softly, almost

subtle stroke of ember caressed

sides of this coming conflict, and it will strain your relationship or maybe outright destroy it. However, in this world, there is no such thing as objective right or objective wrong, everyone

to be a friend of yours after these matters, then you will have to

gloom hanging

friend? Or her family? Wasn't the answer obvious? How could she ever choose her

"Will we win, Ancestor?"

voice echoed across the skies, causing

Beast Empire will

dripped

Variant Invalid sat on a pile of corpses. His Samoan-like tattoos flashed with red, his belly rippling as he bit into a beast leg over two

fact he was eating beast-kind, those around him didn't dare to say

last few days, this man had been completely insatiable, wanting to devour any and everything. He couldn't seem to stand any food he ate, and

He thrust two fingers down his throat and threw up the food he had just eaten before tossing the bone to the side and picking

He really wanted the woman attached to the rest of that leg he had

another, eating up their legs in hope