Eight
Ryu's aura rose like a blazing sun, his Great Swordstaffs spreading outward and his confidence piercing the skies as though it had a tangible form of its own.
One Sky God. Two. Three. More… It didn't matter.
His Great Swordstaff pointed toward True Sky God Arcus in the distance, even as his second Swordstaff swung downward, levying another attack toward the Human Beast Sky God.
Today, he would slaughter them all.
Ryu roared into the skies, his gaze focused and silvery irises flickering back and forth between dull grey and radiant blue.
His skin exploded forth with violet scales, twin horns that pierced toward the veil of heaven growing out from his forehead as his pupils slit and were invaded by a deep royal purple.
At that moment, the lake of lightning he had formed shot upward as bat-like wings sprung from his back. It rose into the skies, fusing with Ryu's tempest of flames and forming a Gate that rose into the skies.