BOOM.
The two empty modes inside Sylas' body answered at the same time, and the force of it drove cracks through the ground beneath him even though neither Dragon nor Phoenix had truly taken shape yet. What he had built until now was only a vessel, a Race architecture capable of carrying both Wills without allowing either one to overwrite the foundation beneath his existence, and now he needed something worthy of filling it.
That part was almost embarrassingly easy.
Sylas had never seen a true Dragon in his life, and as far as he understood, there might never have been one to see, yet the idea of a Dragon existed almost everywhere he looked. Stories, Bloodlines, Races, ruins, Beast Wills, Karma, and the expectations of countless living beings all carried some version of the same concept, while the Phoenix was hardly different despite appearing through another set of myths.
