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!

silver filled the world, and a pillar connected the earth to

and runes suddenly began to appear all

and the skies flashed

the thrumming silver light rushed

erupted, and Leonel's body

blood boiled to ash and his soul felt like it was being

his pupils and sclera vanished, making it look like a twin pair of orbs of light had taken their

land trembled, the reeking stench of

of Auspicious Air flooding into his body as the

ages began to swim

burst to ashes and tattoos of silver, gold and black began to

swam up his arm, its mighty head taking his chest and roaring toward the

his leg, while its head

across his body

and his muscles seemed to solidify

four creatures swarmed and moved as though they could live and breathe, not acting like real tattoos in the slightest. From time to time, a silver Metal Spirit would poke

body, and his head hung low. However, that was

was to do it an injustice. It was like a world was awakening and the skies were opening up

Leonel, and it felt

so much so that it looked almost entirely

rolled up to his calves, and having a waistline that