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!

the world, and a pillar

to life and runes suddenly began to appear all across his

earth trembled, and the

silver light rushed into his body, fusing with the

and Leonel's body

wood, his bones fragmenting like glass. His blood boiled to ash

shining with such bright violet lights and his pupils and sclera vanished, making it look like a twin pair of orbs of

land trembled, the reeking

Auspicious Air flooding into his body as the

ages

tattoos of silver, gold and black began

head taking his chest

down and around his leg, while its head took up his shoulder. Its maw hung open, its glistening teeth

body and becoming

mighty mountain took up his sculpted back and his muscles seemed

moved as though they could live and breathe, not acting like real tattoos in the slightest. From

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

call it a thrum of thunder was to do it an injustice. It was

it felt like reality

paler, so

up to his calves, and having a waistline that spilled over with