A cyclone of water enveloped the archway, lit a brilliant silver by the Inner Sanctum's glowing walls.
Tycondrius was not impressed. He was merely annoyed.
Bubbles, froth, and general humidity threatened to soak his recently dried coat.
With a violent outward explosion, the Guardian Beast's true form was revealed... a fifteen-fulm tall water-mana construct in the shape of a...
"WHITESABER TUNA!!!!" Krysaos screamed, "Of course! No predator is DEADLIER, in all of the sixteen seas!!"
Tycon took a deep breath... "Right."
The final defensive line of the Hidden Lake sect had... the same form as... Krysaos' elemental summon.
Logically, it was quite strong.
If anything, Krysaos' levels of fear and respect for said creature was quite high.
However, Tycon was, himself, a predator. To him, a giant tuna could only be prey.
