Setting
The platinum-colored ferroplasm rammed pearlescent talons knee deep into the stone like it were clay as Zhou anchored itself at the foot of what would not remain a mountain. This not so small rumble of earth would soon be met by the will of Mankind. Arcs of psionic energy lanced between spars of its hardened ribs that pulse and flex like the anxious muscles they are. Points of bright turquoise eyes focused intently above a draconic maw of harsh ferroplasm teeth coated in flaking psistone enamel. Inside realized entropic will burned to experience real power.
Zhou's long bladed tail slammed down leaving a furrow two strong hands plunged into the earth to brace against an oncoming blast wave. As the wind picked up concordant tones threw sound in earnest with its metal humming. Zhou felt so very alive.
None of this phased the rock-star, however. Between his magic, his wards, and the bodily chemistry his home planet forced on human evolution, he was rather unscathed. His skeletons on the other hand.
There were no undead survivors.
He surveyed the massive hole he'd left, silencing Gun-Gear for the moment, and quite content with himself, when the metallic rustling of Zhou finally reached him. Whipping around on his heel, he froze when his eyes landed on the ferroplasm dragon, causing his mouth to gape.
"Holy fuck, man!" He called out, voice booming as if he had a microphone. "What the fuck are you, some kinda..Fully metal dragon? Damn this is rad. Hey, can you sing?"
He was too excited to be bothered with the normal politeness of meeting someone new, and far too arrogant to fear the thing might be pissed at him for any number of reasons, or here to kill him. Besides, a dragon made out of what looked like steel? That was fucking awesome, compared to all the normal fleshy dragons that made their homes in the Kryptkillian range.
He kinda wanted a picture of this marvelous beastie for his next album cover.
Zhou's choral voice carried loudly in response. Along those belled winds it carried through a luminous mouth, hard edged tongue, and discerning eye now directed upon Aedard's stage, "The mankind sees a well graven image of strong creatures envied by many nations for their power. The power leaders sought to sit atop with fire and blood to lead the will the crowd with metal. He sees not merely that base steel that may crack but metal of the crowd's concordant heart beating for an enternal nation of Mankind. He knows as long as that crowd still beats and bleeds then edged metal will sing for blood spilled in their name. Even if just to bask in the roar of drumming feet hearing the thunderous concordance of crowd."
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.
Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.