Dimensional Descent

"Apex, you're finally here," the gentle voice of the Celestial Ember Ancestor echoed before she frowned. "I can smell beast blood on you."

"And what of it, old hag?"

BANG!

Apex was sent flying so fast that the entire front layer of his skin was burnt off from the initial impact, while the back was torn away by the sheer flight speed of his backward ascent.

BOOM!

He collided in a mountain range that quickly erupted into a pillar of flames.

The gentle Celestial Ember Ancestor rose to her full height, her wings opening up wide and flapping with a world-ending majesty. Embers in the shape of feathers descended from the skies in a delicate rain, and yet whenever they touched an object, whether organic or inorganic, they would erupt into a rain of undeniable flames.

"Calm your fury, Nova," a voice that was just as gentle as the Ancestor Celestial Ember's own echoed, but this time it came from a creature that was somehow even more majestic. Despite this, from its voice, it was also clear that it was a male.

If Leonel was present, the first thought that would roar to the forefront of his mind was: Dragon. But the more you looked, the more... different the creature seemed.

It did have four limbs, it did have a pair of wings that could blot out the skies, and when it hummed the world seemed to listen to it as though it was truly speaking in the mythology's strongest magic... Dragon Tongue.

where the comparisons seemed

white hide. Beneath the sunlight, it would shimmer with subtle hues of reflective blues and reds that could be

they were

of which majestically curled into the skies while the others just acted as accessories to their dominance. And yet, upon the head

blue eyes, that seemed to

Celestial Storm race, a monster incarnate despite his gentle gaze. A single

in particular was

he cast a glance toward another of their companions, a mighty tiger, a member of the White Spectral Tiger Race... not one of

far greater than even Nova's own. Which of them couldn't sense that it was the descendants of their race that the

wasn't something any of them could

of this happening. That

that didn't mean that they

very thankful to Nova for her quick thinking. If not for her, they might have gone down a road

climbed out of the pillar of fire. Walking back toward them, laughing into the

skin was left flapping in the wind as though a piece of fabric rather than a person's

the skies. And the worst part of it all was that with every step he took, illusory crimson tattoos that hung around him began to converge one after another, healing him so