A beast of shadow-tinged platinum sprinted across a collapsing fault line, slashing bark, igniting steel, and vaporizing rock and water with yellow bursts of plasma thrust being propelled from the soles of metal clawed feet. [b]It[/b], [i]he[/i], [u]they[/u] leaped off a tower of alien skulls forged by unknown tribal enemies, just before its cranial peak smashed into a witch's cauldron, spilling its contents into a super advanced cockpit. The pilot inside transformed into a bloodthirsty monstrosity, tore through his nano-weave harness, punched through the reinforced glass meant to keep him safe from stray debris, and lunged with supernatural speed and velocity at his known nemesis. With the primal madness flowing through his veins, the pilot sliced through nose, controls, stick, hands, arms and torso, causing the craft to lose control and explode in a gory shower of rapidly compressing mayhem as the fault crushed him, his dead enemy, and the section of his world that slipped through the multiversal intersection into dust.

He had to go faster, and the technology that comprised a mere third of his biology could help him achieve this. The plates making up his cybernetic exoskeleton opened, revealing black flesh with a translucent gland tracing its exposed outline. This gland erupted a massive outpouring of red slime that was superdense, spilling into and filling the nearest cosmic cracks, whilst simultaneously acting as temporary insulation to a quantum destabilization, triggered by the existence of a living singularity in another fault.

Fortunately, as the Singularity fractured, splintered, and shattered whole regions of intersected realities, it also released an incalculable amount of energy. From the sapphire scar on his right forelimb and the scarlet scar on the left, draconic heads emerged, their eyes baring the same color arrangement that was further accentuated by the vague gemlines, giving them an aspect of subtle protrusion. The slime that had filled the cracks vibrated at a spiritual frequency unique to the being who released it, and transferred the barely contained energy over to the serpents, who in-turn used it to replicate their numbers at an astonishing rate. Through this exchange, the serpents duplicated the running beast’s function: their exoskeletal plates opened, released red slime that soaked up and contained the energy of a collapsing fault, and used it to increase their own numbers.

Incredible though it seemed this process could not last forever--it was aided by the fact that as the faultline crunched and shrank from the distant Singularity, so too did it reduce the travel time it took for the serpents to reach every crack and fill it. Inevitably, heat expansion took place within the slime, and it was within that moment as well that the determined beast activated its internal ley-lines, as well as those of the red nanoscopic machines filling the slime, hence its unusual color. Reaching out with the lines, and probing passed the cracks, he was able to gather stable readings of space at the quantum level, whereupon he manufactured his own artificial quantum foam to replace that which had been lost; spraying it from the glands underneath his exoskeleton as a sticky substance that merged with the slime and allowed it to act as a spatially elastic bonding agent.

Finally, the dragon who had initiated this repair of the fault raised his tail, the tops, bottoms, and sides that were lined with hundreds of micro-blades ending in a sharply curved point harmonized to the frequency of [i]his[/i] newly created space-time, at which point he let out a supreme [i]roar[/i]. An ear-piercing shriek contained within a deep, sonorous battle scream, twisted and bent inside a hollow metal chamber resonated inside the shrinking...claustrophobic...compressing...tightening...squeezing...expanding...constricting…[b]crushing[/b]...stretching...loosening...releasing back to its right and proper state.

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I…[i]heard[/i] a scream, an inexplicable platinum scream, from a creature emerging through a sawed-out rift in space. How could this be? There was no medium through which to scream in space. No air, no water, no substance, just an empty void with nothing but [b]space[/b]. Yet somehow I [i]felt[/i] space... Concentrated, dense, space, passing by my face and nearly twisting it to the point of extrusion had it not been for my astrally reinforced carapace, now cracked and fractured by the eerie weight of what I could describe as an emotional gravity.

Perhaps it is just the exhaustion of my most recent efforts, but the more I tried to fathom what I saw, the more I began to feel a foreign sensation of wrath, and with that wrath came fragmented shrapnel stabbing into my subconscious. 

I…[i]looked[/i] to the lambent suns for an answer. Embedded within the fleshy crater of the Cradle of Life, surely they would have ruptured like they always had during Obathera’s feeding time, but I saw nothing. My curiosity roused, I turned my attention to La’Nibi, tracing my mantid eyes all the way up its four equine legs to its dark-indigo torso, passed the cobalt colored portal in its abdomen, up along the strange tubing that sprouted from its chest and fed back into its shoulders. Craning, I met its neck, mouthless, noseless face, and peered at the three protruding cones that served as its primary means of sight.

I…[i]followed[/i] the turning of its head, and saw that it had focused in on Kilamara, one of the other five planets occupying one of eight total craters upon the solar-system sized Cradle. Ascending via telekinesis to a higher viewing point, I bore refined witness to the platinum dragon, the sight of it gradually twinkling and ....dismantling... away as it disappeared into the desert world’s atmosphere. Trailing my eyes down La’Nibi’s back, distracted by the sudden undulation of its tail made entirely of ectoplasmic souls, their arms reaching out in a vain attempt at gripping what I sensed to be a unique ki signature. Slowly, I turned, following the tail up to its five saurian skulls made of normal skeletal tissue, and noticed that they had unraveled since La’Nibi and I’s departure from Cizra Su-lahn.

Beyond the La’Nibi’s tail I could see the stinging yellow eyes of Raizer coming toward me. The black flesh suit he wore had dethreaded, its fibers, and unzipped its teeth, reshaping itself into an avian shape that revealed my Aptosite comrades feathers underneath. Alongside him was his partner, Braiker - self-proclaimed King of the Forge, and unlike Raizer who was sharp and sleek, Braiker was much rounder and far bulkier. Presently, he lay perfectly flat and compact as he shot through the vacuum: his tail pointed straight forward like the nose of a jet, the super elastic, inflatable tongues that were his digits stretched and hardened like wings for catching undercurrents, the joints of his limbs that were made from interlocked needle-teeth instead of welded metal exhaled hot arcana as a means of heat ventilation. Lastly, I saw his big, round, jutting mouth, agape like that of a skewer-toothed demon who breathed stars, and exhaled teal ether.

I...saw them become engulfed in a vortex of flames as they too disappeared on their quest to be reunited with a beast, whose name bled acidic green upon my conscience, corroding the last vestiges of energy.

Ravenously devoured the [color=0054a6]Raging[/color] [color=9e0b0f]Singularity[/color] of

[color=007236][b][i]Taluge… X[/i][/b][/color]