Joel and the others looked into the skies, only to find that Leonel was already there. He stood in the simplest clothes imaginable, without shoes or even a shirt. Nothing but a pair of sweats adorned his body, and yet it somehow didn't seem out of place. Instead, it felt natural and all-encompassing, almost as though these garbs were the most sacred in all of existence.
The skies blackened and lines of silver split it into twelve. The clouds vanished, and the blackness became dotted with sparkles of lights.
Soon, those sparks coalesced and began to form maybe the most beautiful sight they had ever seen in their lives.
The first, bright and imposing, formed a long chain of a body, curling into a point. It formed claws, and a carapace that looked as though it could within the wear and tear of ages.
Scorpius.
