Ascend!
Pierce through the raging rain and black clouds, cast aside the city ablaze with war behind you.
Ascend!
Pass beyond the dense masses of thunder, as the booming clamor grows ever more distant.
Ascend!
Ceaselessly ascend.
Rise from the dim lowlands, traverse layer upon layer of hardship and peril, ever climbing, until you reach the end of the firmament, that radiance-shrouded terminus of Ascension.
To stand upon a land of gold.
"How beautiful…"
The voice of the Evil Anomaly oozed distortion and contortion, yet spoke laden with emotion.
Its body was clad in gray hard matter that gleamed with metallic luster, like scales, overlapping in strata to form a living Armor.
It bore enormous twin wings, and those wings were still unfolding, stretching until every swelling lump of flesh burst open, and smaller four wings unfurled above and below the first pair—six wings swaying, as though to shroud the sky and blot out the sun.
