Dimensional Descent

He carefully pulled the marrow out from the bone and dried them. He turned the tough leather hide of the Celestial Storms into a true aether, and the flaming feathers of the Celestial Embers into carefully outlined runes.

His Force Crafting Quill danced in the air, simple and unadorned, but radiating with the rainbow color of the surrounding formations.

His free hand tapped at the air with the majesty of an elite pianist, but with a speed that far surpassed it.

Every finger stroke was like a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning, a tsunami of earth and a hurricane of blades. Despite the short distance they moved, the booming echo flew through the air and shattered space like fragmenting glass. Sometimes, these fragments would even bombard against Leonel's own body, blood leaking between his nails and the joints of his digits.

But he didn't seem to notice at all as veins popped across him, his focus reaching an absolutely unprecedented state.

Tolliver weaved in and out of the materials, sometimes crushing them like a hammer, sometimes molding them with the expert care of a clay master, and sometimes sewing them together beneath some mysterious power.

Leonel's face continued to pale as blood drained from his body, but the light in his eyes only glowed brighter and brighter.

"You will give them life..." he said softly.

A roar suddenly filled the skies.

Tolliver soared up like a Dragon piercing the clouds, then soared like a Phoenix who could cross worlds with a single flap of its wings...

The Metal Spirit twisted in the air and plunged downward, its body arching and becoming a leaping tiger prepared to tear its prey apart.

Just as it was about to collide with the ground, it expanded wildly, its body becoming a towering mountain as a tortoise landed on the ground.

BOOM!

filled the world, and a pillar connected the earth to

to life and runes suddenly began

and the skies

silver light rushed into his body, fusing with

and Leonel's

bones fragmenting like glass. His blood boiled to

sclera vanished, making it look like a twin pair

the reeking stench of blood filling

surge of Auspicious Air flooding into his body as the Natural Force Art seemed to be quickly

the ages began to swim across

silver, gold and black began to

arm, its mighty head taking his chest and roaring toward

up the other arm, its tail dangling and spiraling down and around his leg, while its head took

his other leg, its wings spreading across his body

mighty mountain took up his sculpted back and his muscles seemed to solidify even

slightest. From time to time, a silver Metal Spirit would poke out from them one after

body, and his head hung low. However, that was when a heartbeat echoed

it a thrum of thunder was to do it an injustice. It was like a world was awakening and the skies

and it felt like reality might

out and became several times paler, so much so that it looked almost entirely

on his body, rolled up to his calves, and having a waistline that spilled over