Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

Even though I have said it before, I will say it again -Ag'na is a really strong motherfucker.

His rank as a revered beast wasn't just for show, at least.

"That's two" Said the other Ag'na seriously, his eyes fixed on the expansive transparent screen before us. "This..." He turned his head sharply towards me. ".... could work, but we also need to consider my inheritor's safety. Unless, of course, you have any intention of harming him?".

'Of course not' I thought. I would have replied, had my mind not been occupied with holding down the raging Ag'na by submerging him in a scorching sea of molten lava while Bones unleashed his most powerful attacks from every angle. Yes, all of the mutated magical beasts didn't even manage to get past the initial terrain.

"BONES!" The other Ag'na's voice boomed into my ears, his eyes brimming with wrath. "You...!"

Maybe it was because I was too tired of his incessant whining, but I hastily pointed to a specific location on the screen.

"There he is. He's still alive" I announced, as Bones emerged unscathed from the molten lava and charged towards Ag'na, who was slowly being burned by the searing heat.

For a moment, Ag'na's face registered disbelief, before he let out a sigh of relief and inquired "How?".

"My creation..." I responded. "....no matter how dangerous it may seem, cannot harm me. And since Bones is my tamed beast, he is not exempt from this rule". I shot him a smug grin before continuing. "Besides, isn't it common knowledge that the primary purpose of a Beast Tamer's terrain creation is to provide an advantageous battlefield for our beasts to thrive in?".

Imagine pokemon, but with trainers who possess the power to create environments in which their Pokemon can battle in any location they desire, including their natural habitats, as long as they have the ability and imagination to bring them to life.

Ag'na silently nodded his head, indicating his understanding as he absorbed the information.

Not good!

The third terrain was obliterated as the lava surrounding Ag'na's main body started to solidify, expanding rapidly across the terrain until everything lay frozen and barren.

Very well, I can keep doing this all day!

Despite knowing that Bones was immune to Ag'na's techniques, I wasn't willing to take any chances, so I quickly isolated him and watched as the scene on the screen transformed into a sunny plain, with an onslaught of lightning strikes focused on a single target.

I hoped he was able to withstand the force of a few million volts of electricity!

The other Ag'na commented, "This... This might just work". I could sense his helplessness as all he could do was watch the battle unfold, weighing the pros and cons of each move.

And most of all…..

I snapped my head towards him. "Aren't you supposed to be giving him tips and advice on how to defeat you?".

I meant, isn't he supposed to be doing what old sealed soul ancestors do best?

Ag'na faked a cough and replied. "Well, I have already taught him everything he needs to know about me, both my weaknesses and strengths, so it's up to him to make sure I am finally defeated". He shot a sidelong glance at me. "Besides, I think I'll use this opportunity to observe the synergy between you and my inheritor in battle".

Immediately, I snorted "You a---".

"BOOOM!" BOOM!!"

The space around us shook, violently.

No matter how hard I was prepared for the unexpected, this was ….. unexpected.

"What's happening?" Ag'na was the first time to comment.

Well, I also want to know too. So, I scanned--

It wasn't here!

I was equally curious, and quickly scanned my surroundings for any signs of danger. But to my surprise, there was nothing. All I could see was Ag'na locked in a fierce battle with Bones, who were pelting him with icy projectiles while dodging bolts of lightning.

My brows furrowed. If the cause didn't come from here then, that means….

"BOOOM!" "BOOOM!"

Outside!

Despite my limited range of perception confined inside my creation, I could sense the impact. Concentrating my senses on that particular area, my frown deepened.

What do they want?

…..........….

Prince Beck's persistent screams echoed through the dense fog as he called out. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR US! OPEN UP YOUR WORLD SO THAT WE CAN HELP YOU DEAL WITH THE SLEEPY BEHEMOTH!" His magical energy struck against the veil of mist like a steady drumbeat, determined to break through.

Prince Murdock, however, remained doubtful as he watched the prince's efforts. He had previously attempted to walk through the fog but found himself mysteriously returning to his starting point, despite walking in a straight line. "Are you sure this is going to work, uncle?" He questioned, his doubt apparent.

As he pondered the effectiveness of their strategy, Prince Murdock couldn't help but wonder 'Can he even hear us?'.

Grand Duke Liam answered with a smirk on his lips. "Of course, it will work. Though a beast tamer's senses are limited within their created terrain, they can still detect when an outside force is trying to break in" He explained. His expression turned serious as he continued. "But by doing so, we risk being branded as enemies. Let's hope that the banished prince is someone we can reason with".

He then turned his gaze to Prince Beck and urged "Try again".

A tiresome sigh was Prince Beck's reply, before he inhaled deeply and screamed. "I KNOW THAT YO----".

But before Prince Beck could finish his sentence, his words were abruptly cut short.

The mist around them coalesced as if being dragged by the wind, thickening until it became impenetrable to the eye. Suddenly, it twisted into a cloudy, foggy vortex.

"He heard me!" Prince Beck was the first to speak.

"Yes, he did" Replied Grand Duke Liam, who wasted no time in striding towards the vortex. "Quickly, we don't have time to waste" He called back as he disappeared from sight.

Prince Murdock followed in his uncle's footsteps, and disappeared within the vortex soon after.

Prince Beck turned to face Queen Mavena and the imprisoned knight and nodded his head. "I'm going in" He said, before vanishing into the foggy vortex.

And then e--

"Let… me…. go…." Knight Boris growled through his clattering teeth.

Queen Mavena turned to face him. "You will stay here" She stated firmly, then turned and walked towards the foggy vortex.

"LET…. ME… GO…"

She halted her steps and cast a sidelong glance back at Knight Boris. "While it would be beneficial to have another Rank 6 ascendant in the battle, I believe several Rank 5 ascendants throwing everything they have against a weakened Revered beast should be enough" She explained. Pausing for a moment, she continued, "The spell is on a time limit. If you manage to break out of it before then, I suggest you use your brain and refrain from doing anything foolish. However..." She turned her gaze forward. "If you're still unable to think clearly, then I think it's best for you to remain here and wait until this situation is resolved".

She spoke firmly. "Do I make myself clear?".

She waited for a moment, but no response came from Knight Boris.

She cleared her throat and said. "I'll take that as a yes" She then walked into the vortex, causing the fog to scatter and roam around the area aimlessly.

Knight Boris gritted his teeth in anger, feeling a deep sense of frustration and helplessness. The atmosphere was eerily silent, and even the beasts had disappeared, enveloped within the pirate's terrain creation, leaving him alone to wallow in his grief and reconsider his choices.

….........

"Faceless spirit of 32 kings

Twelve hands! Six faces! Thirty-two judgements!

Obey my orders,

Descend!"

"Too-too-too-toom!"

Suddenly, a trumpet rang out and an explosive burst of energy illuminated the sky behind Grand Duke Liam, coalescing into a massive gate that materialized before his very eyes.

Without hesitation, Grand Duke Liam summoned forth his own spirit as they stood amidst a desolate plain, the sky above alight with an endless barrage of lightning and thunder, each bolt striking down upon a single target - the sleepy behemoth.

However, it was clear to see that the behemoth despite sustaining damage, continued to fight tooth and nail against the mutated ice rat.

But then, a towering spirit unlike any other emerged from the gate, dwarfing even the mightiest of mountains. Adorned in regal attire befitting a king, the being boasted not one, but six faces shrouded in white veils, and a dozen sinewy arms, each brandishing a weapon capable of unleashing catastrophic destruction. The very air hummed with its overwhelming power.

"WHAT ARE YOU BOTH WAITING FOR?" Grand Duke Liam bellowed at the two princes, his voice echoing through the winds as they wrapped around him and carried him aloft towards his spirit.

No response was necessary, as Prince Beck strode forward and uttered, "Brylen Dragon Scared Art: First Stance….".