Cosmogramma.

From Mt. Xion to the constellations and the essence of life itself, The White Sage had researched it all.

Time became inconsequential and wholly disregarded. In the most pure of ivory he etched his quandaries and corresponding notes that stretched into infinity around him, overlapping the overlay of the cosmos. The intricacies of the nebulae that hung on the backdrop of his being in a place that shouldn't exist were ethereal as was the limitless knowledge he stood to gain from his tireless study. For how long had his iridescent eyes scanned thousands of text from dozens of cultures of intelligent lifeforms throughout the metaverse? This very question had plagued him sometime ago when his truth lacked purpose and his heart, resolve. The darkest days of his life were spent gratifying his feral nature beneath his voracious belligerence, devouring any who could push him to his metaphysical limits, and seeking power through the motivations of others...most of whom had long since departed the realm of the living. If life is reflected through social association, then Adell Illiandes Laemington had made terrible decisions in his infancy. 

This however did little to limit his true potential. Forevermore he searched for the answers to questions that were solely perspective and became a titan among men molded by experiences that spiraled onward with no end. 

The life span of a cosmic dragon as well as the development of their psyche varied due to the multitude of variables involving their birth. 

A dragon bred solely through the blood of dragons were infinitely wise and nearly as powerful, they would swear their fealty to none but the God-King of Dragons of which none would ever challenge. 

However, in Adell's case, being the son of the mysterious creators of existence and that of a dragon, his cycle of life was predetermined from the moment of his birth. The Golden Tribe as he described the seraphs in his book of Cosmic Conscience, the Cosmogramma, were still as enigmatic as they were prior to his research but had very limited distinctions that gave some insight as to Adell's mysterious genealogy. 

Their intelligence and keen particulars aside their basis root in humanity was most critical. 

From the ancient hieroglyphics of Mt. Xion and the resonance of fractured memories lingering in the air of archaic ruins throughout the warped cosmos, it became clear that humanity (or hume as they are called in his home star system) was forged in the image of creation and rationale. Whoever, or whatever existed before, viewed itself as the ultimate being incapable of reproduction in the folds of the true plane of existence and hence created humanity to worship and empower them. The original cycle of creation then told the story of humanity's fall and the darkness that burst through the proverbial window of glass from outside of the metaverse into it. 

What was outside of the metaverse though?

Everything that the achromatic haired prince researched was to seek these very answers. 

His callous right hand halted in the middle of his eloquent scribbling. His index finger, sand still stuck to, lifted itself from one of the six vertical hexagonal panes that surrounded the well-dressed scholar. In that very moment, the panes of countless hours worth of research disappeared and revealed to him the ground lay of an enigmatic crystal world that seemed to stretch on for a few dozen feet in every which direction where research environment would suddenly end. 

“Until the quiet comes...” the scholar mused, remembering the final words of his friend long deceased. Of the few that Adell Illiandes Laemginton held dear to him over the span of several centuries, Tonelcius was perhaps the most influential. Without his guidance in his life there'd be no way that he could comprehend his own truth at the hands of the mysterious enigma that was Beramode Pendragon. 

Yes, his instructional fortitude, and Beramode's will to shatter the mask of which Adell had been reborn into the world bearing, the geysers of power shattered the surface and before long he became far more horrifying and destructive than he had when the War of Xelphia ended. A means to an end however. Without shattering the Dragon's Gate and forcing him to rely on his gifts that superseded that of his draconic heritage it would have been impossible to realize that the truth he was looking for was within him. 

“I'm sure we'll meet again, someday...” he grinned, stuffing his giant hands into his ivory slacks. 

As a titan among men the Lord of Scales was seven feet tall and a hulking three-hundred and seventy-six pounds, most of which was cybernetic augmentations installed throughout his mesomorphic build. Somehow the ivory suit he wore synchronized with the black dress-shirt underneath and the celeste tie that matched the original pigmentation of his eyes before he had awoken to his dual heritage. 

“The world continues to grow, time controlled by the astral bodies...for too long I've existed outside of creation, stuck to my studies...I wonder how everyone is...” 

With himself he engaged in an interpersonal conversation where his thunderous bass voice would have usually echoed, however through the calmness of vacuum space only those most high could hear him.