First Flight As A Diablos

Soon he would awaken from his thoughts in realization "My system! I might be strong enough to hold a consistent flight with enough strength now"

[System Of Evolution ( Diablos Regular Variant )

*Beast Of The Sand*

*Upgrade section<

*Muscle 3/10

*Scales 1/10

*Bones 1/10

*Organs 0/10

*Check up section*

( 0.78 Points ) ]

He would suddenly knell, Feeling his bones slowly crawl through his body feeling cracks open and close, almost comparable to them continuously attacking that scar upon his back.

As the cracks in his bones rapidly heal, he would feel his muscle tighten up inside his body coiling around each other before puffing up in release " Ah maybe I- No I've got to do bones but damn did that hurt at least I might be able to fly much longer if I'm able to flap my wings mid glide"

He would stretch his body out, as if it was morning stretch from a tired body finally getting sleep. Slowly he would swing his arms like a child throwing a tantrum getting some air but mostly throwing sand everywhere.

"No this is wrong, I can feel the air getting under me but it's just not enough. It's like it's dispersing and just pushing sand everywhere, what if I just do it slower this time."

This time he would lightly tip his wings in a curve and try to flap his wings once again, this getting enough air to push him up a bit but it would only be enough if he had swung his wings like a hummingbird.

"What am I just doing wrong? I've never really seen him fly in the new games but he has wings so he should be able to? I shouldn't swing them to fast and I can't swing them too slow."

"What if I just do a big flap, Yeah that makes sense if I just push all the air underneath me in one moment it should lift me up"

Having this breakthrough his thoughts he would spread his wings out as far as he could, Lifting them up he would swing them down as if he was smashing the earth beneath him.

And he had acquired a view he would have never seen before. The world below him, yes he had gone up high places before in his past life, but this was just so different being able to just go upwards to the sky and seeing the world below him at any moment.

It was beautiful, as he glided towards the ground he would again spread his wings out to fly upwards towards the heavens but this time towards the cave he called home.

And so he pushed his wings with all his strength forcing him towards the sky leaving his heavy club-like tail to weigh him down as if he would continuously do a pull up with a weight on him.

Continuously he would flap his wings when he would get too low to the ground, savoring the view and not minding the blasting heat upon his scales and just living in the moment.

Not noticing the abnormal amount of falcons around him or truly questioning what god set the griffins on fire he would just glide through the skies towards his cave.