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 connected the earth

Incomplete World thrummed to life and runes suddenly

earth trembled, and the

moment, the thrumming silver light rushed into his

and Leonel's

boiled to ash and his soul felt

bright violet lights and his pupils and sclera vanished, making

reeking

into his body as

Artistic Conception for the ages began to swim across

ashes and tattoos of silver, gold and black began

his arm, its mighty head taking his

other arm, its tail dangling and spiraling down and around his leg, while its head took up his shoulder. Its maw hung open, its glistening teeth shimmering with a

wrapped up his other leg, its wings spreading across his body and becoming a backdrop to the dragon

up his sculpted back and his

they could live and breathe, not acting like real tattoos in the slightest. From time to time, a silver Metal Spirit

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

was like a world was awakening and the skies were opening up for the

ill-suppressed void appeared around Leonel, and it felt like reality might crumble at any

and became several times paler, so

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