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!

world, and a pillar connected

World thrummed to life and runes suddenly began to appear

trembled, and the skies flashed around

the thrumming silver light rushed into his body, fusing

erupted, and Leonel's body

blood boiled to ash and his soul felt like it

such bright violet lights and his pupils and sclera vanished, making it

the reeking stench of blood filling the

shook and splintered, a great surge of Auspicious Air flooding into his body as the Natural Force Art

the ages began to swim

tattoos of silver, gold

his arm, its mighty head taking his chest

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

his body and becoming a

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

acting like real tattoos in the slightest. From time to time, a silver Metal Spirit would poke out from them one after another,

his head hung low. However, that was when

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

around Leonel, and it felt like reality might crumble at any

several times paler, so much so that it looked almost

pair of sweats appeared on his body, rolled up to his calves, and having a waistline that