Celestial Gate

"Was igniting divine fire in the legends something like this?" Anse suddenly wondered.

Judging by the D20's progression path, it seemed to be pushing him toward the realm of the gods, one step at a time.

"Maybe different paths lead to the same destination."

He did not dwell on it. Since he had chosen to embrace the D20 from the beginning, there was no point in shrinking back or indulging in wild suspicions now.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes brought about by his ascension.

The process of ascension was incredibly slow, but the word suited it perfectly.

His consciousness rose steadily. With every echo he absorbed, his body grew stronger, his bloodline surged, his Silver Fire shone brighter, and his soul grew more resilient. It truly felt like ascending.

He brought up his Character Sheet and discovered that the entire panel had been gilded with a golden glow. The numbers flickered, changing every few seconds—his hit points, skills, attributes...

I must be the most unusual primordial dragon in history. He quieted his mind and immersed himself in the sensation.

Time slipped by unnoticed. Outside, the sky darkened, then brightened again.

Sacos remained beside him, never straying a step. Light and shadow flickered across the multicolored sphere, countless colors emerging or vanishing with every instant.

Anse remained conscious throughout, yet lost all awareness of time.

By the time he came to his senses, all the changes had quietly ceased.

He glanced at the clock in the corner. More than a day had passed, yet it had felt so brief.

"It feels like I've had a long dream. A lucid one, at that."

He raised his arm. At first glance, it looked no different from a human arm. Neither soft scales nor hair were visible, only an exceedingly faint,