Leonel laughed. "Why are you so sure I have anything planned? Let's just wing it."
Aina rolled her eyes. This guy was too unbelievable. If you wanted to lie, at least make it a realistic lie.
"Come," Leonel pulled Aina along with a smile on his face. The two strolled through beautiful clouds of pink, violet and blue until they stood on a particular peak.
"I'm going to make you a new outfit, I can't let dregs damage it so easily again." Leonel shook his head, some of his gloominess returning. But he pushed it down. There was a limited amount of time remaining and he wasn't exactly sure when the other foot would drop, but there would be quite a bit of chaos soon. He was certain of that.
The trouble was that he could only weave fabrics by using beast pelts, and trading for such things was a bit more... difficult. Beasts weren't just animals in this world, they were a powerful force of their own, including Demi-Gods and Gods.
There was a dividing line between humanoids and beasts, that was certain. However, regardless of his dividing line, there was a tentative peace between the two sides.
Much of these things were just fuzzy understandings to Leonel. There was a lot of history written and marked down in the Life Tablet, something that made sense.
The Wise Star Orders were responsible for keeping records, and among those records, aside from techniques, abilities and Lineage Factors, history was most definitely among the most important as well.
However, there was no objective history, especially when in the case of the God Beasts, the saying that "victors write history" didn't exactly apply.
The God Beasts were almost... painstakingly neutral. They took into account every detail, accounted for every potential spark and motive... it made for a reading of history that wasn't only bogged down, but even more complex than even the rules of the Dream Pavilion.
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Little Tolly slithered off of Leonel's left arm and flashed into the skies. It formed a sleek knife and cutting into the soaring tail. It moved like it was fileting a fish, and in an instant, a perfect pelt was left behind. It was layered in white fur and black scales, exuding a strong spatial fluctuation.
However, Leonel noticed instantly that compared to the bone hidden deep within the floating tail of flesh, the pelt itself was a far cry away.
'Interesting...'
Little Tolly flashed again suddenly, the bone was perfectly cut out as well. It didn't have a single scratch on it, nor did it have any blood or flesh remaining.
Runes danced across its surface, Runes that reminded Leonel a lot of the ones that floated in his very own Innate Nodes.
'How mysterious.'
His smile widened and his fingers began to move like he was striking the cords of the universe itself.
Tolliver responded in kind, separating into several pieces and slithering through the skies.
Leonel separated the fur and the skin beneath, processing the former into a tough leather and weaving the latter into a silk-like material.
Something like chaining short strands of fur into a much more substantial fabric was something that took careful control, but for the current Leonel, it felt as easy as breathing.
At the same time, he gutted the bone of its marrow and dried it, condensing the Forces around it until it shimmered like a glorious chain-whip.
Leonel separated the tail into its numerous smaller bones, and then he began to refine them into even smaller, condensed pieces.
Tolliver and Leonel coordinated, their movements so perfect that the world seemed to resonate along with them.
Aina stood to the side, looking in awe. However, she spent most of the time looking at Leonel's side profile, her gaze filled with an enamored light.