Blasphemous Creation

"We challenge you."

Verma's gentle voice echoed. She flapped her gorgeous red-gold wings and the world was filled with a whirlwind of delicate feathers that looked like the embers of creation. 

Leonel's eyes narrowed, wild sparks of lightning threatening to bring his Dreamscape crumbling down, but he controlled it, the slight change to his expression after such a long spurt of emotionlessness. 

However, despite his indifference on the surface, he was grinning so wide on the inside that Aina had to bite her own lip to the point of drawing blood to keep herself neutral. 

To outside observers, it looked as though Aina was having trouble controlling herself again while Leonel was running up to the end of his rope. 

Verma pecked her beak at the air, but rather than pulling something out from a hidden void like Somnus had, there was a sonorous call that suddenly filled the skies. 

Minerva frowned. 'What the hell was going on?'