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

and runes suddenly began to appear all across his

and the skies flashed

rushed

and Leonel's body

like wood, his bones fragmenting like glass. His blood boiled to ash and his soul felt like it

such bright violet lights and his pupils and sclera vanished,

surrounding land trembled, the reeking stench of blood filling

flooding into his body as the Natural Force Art seemed to be quickly

Conception for the ages

ashes and tattoos of silver, gold and

mighty head taking his chest and roaring toward

down and around his leg, while its head

other leg, its wings spreading across his body and becoming

sculpted back and his muscles seemed to solidify even

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 out from them one after another, dominating in its

head hung low. However, that was when

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

around Leonel, and it felt

so much so that it looked almost entirely

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