United in spirit, the sea race and the magic array underwent another transformation.
The beast head atop Quincy's staff planted in the ground let out a mighty roar.
A sparkling green light ball emerged from its mouth, swiftly growing into a creature resembling neither a snake nor a dragon, about ten meters in length.
It had a long, pointed horn on its head, reminiscent of a demon escaped from hell.
"Our race's guardian beast – the Ocean-Origin Protodragon," Bessie exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe, larger than those of a cow.
She gazed deeply at Quincy, her expression somewhat dazed.
"Who exactly are you?" she murmured, her mind drifting to the venerable grandmaster of her race.
The Ocean-Origin Protodragon circled above the group's heads before shooting upwards.
As it disappeared into the depths of the sea, a massive bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.
The sea race was thoroughly astonished.
