Ryu took a breath and exhaled, his body thrumming with dense might. There was a flash, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered in white scales, a pair of wings unfurling from his back.
He was small, especially compared to the large and looming expanse of Existence, and yet, for some reason, those wings felt as though they blotted out the skies.
The world fell into silence for a moment, and then Ryu reached out a clawed hand.
The skies thrummed and a bolt of royal blue lightning descended as thick as a mountain. But by the time it landed in Ryu's palm, it had become a needle with two pointed edges, the thickness and length of a spear or javelin.
Ryu spun it in his hand with a twist of his wrist, sparks of lightning spontaneously cracking along the depths of space and time until it came to a snapping halt.
It was only a single snatch at the air, and yet…
BANG!
The platform of rainbow clouds shattered, the bounds of laws and reality threatening to collapse.
