Take Form
The violent storm around Ryu raged. It was a furious tempest, the kind that could pull apart the seams of space even without the reliance on Soul Nature, or maybe it was precisely because of the passive effect of his Soul Nature that the result was so exaggerated.
The Birthed Phenomena that appeared high in the skies seemed to blink into and out of existence. What destabilized them wasn't Ryu's inability to control them, but rather because they seemed to be somewhat hesitantly fusing and yet were still incapable of taking the final step.
Even in this weird half fused, half unfused state, the power that was coursing through Ryu's body threatened to roar out on its own. The nine pillars within himself barely managed to contain it, but even then, every time his Birthed Phenomena partially fused, a thunderous power would awaken and nearly shred them apart.