'Then Galo Thymos...your time as a human is setting.'
He grins. "Let's do it. Galo Thymos has always had a burning soul! We're just making sure everyone knows it!" The stone staff hits the circle with a bell like chime. All of the lines pulse as his pact tattoos unwind and touch the circle, adding more lines glowing their unique color. Only Lio's remains as he crosses his arms.
The fourth circle and his connect, the flames pouring into him in a blazing torrent. His human form shatters leaving a blue inferno in its place. It spins together into a long winding serpentine shape. He shakes himself once, his mane rippling with fire. His pact tattoos wind over him, adding new colors to the edges of his scales until he looks like the sky when dusk is falling.
Galo exhales flames and they slide through the lines to the opening circle. Flames condense into round eggs gleaming like the sun rise and sun set. The eggs float as the circle fades away. He flies forward and wraps himself around them, descending slowly. His horns look a lot like his old staff. A necklace that looks suspiciously like said staff in wooden beads form is wrapped around his neck. "Okay! This is different."
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'Then Galo Thymos...your time as a human is setting.'
He grins. "Let's do it. Galo Thymos has always had a burning soul! We're just making sure everyone knows it!" The stone staff hits the circle with a bell like chime. All of the lines pulse as his pact tattoos unwind and touch the circle, adding more lines glowing their unique color. Only Lio's remains as he crosses his arms.
The fourth circle and his connect, the flames pouring into him in a blazing torrent. His human form shatters leaving a blue inferno in its place. It spins together into a long winding serpentine shape. He shakes himself once, his mane rippling with fire. His pact tattoos wind over him, adding new colors to the edges of his scales until he looks like the sky when dusk is falling.
Galo exhales flames and they slide through the lines to the opening circle. Flames condense into round eggs gleaming like the sun rise and sun set. The eggs float as the circle fades away. He flies forward and wraps himself around them, descending slowly. His horns look a lot like his old staff. A necklace that looks suspiciously like said staff in wooden beads form is wrapped around his neck. "Okay! This is different."