The Holy Queen looks down upon her subjects with dignity. Her pointy jaw, prominent cheekbones, and long, diamond-shaped face give her a strong and imposing presence. Her sharp eyes focus her gaze like one sharpens a weapon, allowing her to stab into submission all those who are blessed with receiving their glare. Her spiral horns protruding forward from her temples are objects of worship for her followers, for they're just as beautiful as the white crown that adorns her majestic head. Her long, silky black hair has an ethereal blue luster to it, enhancing her magnificence. The two bangs that sway each side of her forehead give her a subtle cuteness, a refreshing break from her mature femininity, so as to not overload an observer's eyes. Her small oval glasses grace her petite, pointy nose, making her exude an air of wisdom. Her long and thin black tail stands erect at her back, its dagger tip making it seem like a spear poised ready to strike down the insolent. Her prominent collarbones are entirely exposed, letting all her subjects bask upon her immaculate, pure white skin, and her captivating cleavage. Her thin black dress is embroidered with blue patterns and adorned with gems, portraying wealth, elegance, and splendor. Her bosom is blessed with the perfect size; it's not small enough to be cute, but also not large enough to be vulgar, it's just the perfect size to amplify her sensuality. Her arms and legs, like every other part of her body, have perfect proportions, unblemished by neither fat nor muscle, giving them an air of angelical grace. Her hands and feet are the focus of countless lewd fantasies, for they're so holy that the mere idea of defiling them is orgasmic.

Her very aura charms all who gaze upon her, and her subjects worship her like the ultimate embodiment of a woman. She reigns with absolute trust and authority, and few would hesitate to give their lives to save her.

She rings the bell, sending a crystalline and holy song resounding through the audience hall as it echoes off the countless pillars. All those present turn their attention towards the gaudy double doors at the end of the hall and wait.

The next supplicant is called forth, and the doors open, revealing a frail old man wearing a black overcoat. He unsteadily makes his way forward, and all the onlooking gazes unmercifully stare him down for the entire long wait while the old man crosses the hall.

He stops before the steps leading to the Queen's throne and drops to his knees, keeping his head hung low.

"What is your name?" The Queen slowly asks.

Now that he has been addressed, the old man is allowed to look his Queen in the eye. She looks upon his face, and almost wrinkles her nose in disgust. The old man barely has any hair, his nose is long and crooked, his face is full of wrinkles, his smile is devilish, and his eyes brim with hidden, domineering vigor, as if he doesn't really recognize his Queen's authority.

He opens his mouth, and a hoarse voice croaks out, "My name… is not important. What's important… is what I sell, for it's something that will interest you greatly…"

Her royal guards immediately draw their swords and fly towards the old man, intent on killing him for his insolence, but a single, subtle movement of the Queen's hand is enough to convey her will. They all instantly halt and turn their heads to look up at her, then they kneel and wait for further orders.

The Queen's voice strikes at the old man with her Authority, trying to force him to submit, "Insolent worm. Your life is in the palm of my hand; you're just a hair's breadth from death… but now, I'm curious, so answer me sincerely: what do you sell?"

Ignoring the tense atmosphere, the old man rises to his feet and opens his overcoat. "Cocks, Your Highness. I sell cocks…" He answers casually with a shit-eating grin.

The entire hall freezes in surprise, and even the Queen is too stunned to react. Over a hundred severed penises hang from hooks on the inside of his overcoat. The only consolation is that the old man is wearing a robe underneath it, but that's only temporary, the worst is yet to come.

The old man walks forward, climbing a step, making all the severed cocks sway.

"You're a woman, Your Highness. You're not a Goddess, you can't escape mortal failings," the old man continues, his voice gaining a subtle degree of vigor.

He takes another step. The Queen's eyes widen as wide as they can go.

"You have dreamed of this, imagined its taste, desired for its smell, begged for its shape, and now it's here, so come and take it."

He climbs higher, his feet stomping up the steps and dirtying them with his dusty, bare soles. The Queen's breath quickens, and her chest starts to heave up and down.

"You tried to seem dignified in public, but in secret, you're a worshiper of cock."

His presence grows more imposing in her view. The old man becomes like a bear in her eyes, threateningly approaching the innocent fawn.

"You sit alone in your high tower, but all you wish is to be under the foot… of a man."

The flaccid severed cocks suddenly stiffen, and precum drips from their tips, desecrating the holy steps. The queen's nipples harden underneath her dress, to the dismay of her subjects.

"Both men and women are mere slaves to desire, in the end. It's futile to deny this fact."

The old man closes his overcoat, and the Queen suddenly snaps out of her trance. She growls at him and stands up. Even though she's the tallest out of all of her subjects, she feels small before the man climbing menacingly towards her.

The Queen's tone is commanding as she yells, "I commend you for your audacity! But this ends here! G-…"

Unaffected by her voice, the old man opens his overcoat again, and the Queen goes silent. Not even her royal guard has the courage to move a muscle when the old man's overcoat falls to the floor, and he suddenly bares his body for all to see.

Wrinkly, old, sickly, and thin. This is how the old man's body looks, but that's not the worst part. Between his legs, there's an… abomination. A warped, crooked, bulbous, pulsating… cock. An extremely corrupted perversion of what a penis should be.

This cock is not cute, handsome, sensual, or alluring. No, it's obscene.

To force Her Holy Highness to gaze upon such an outrageous genital is nothing other than sacrilege, yet nobody moves to stop him. The old man isn't frail, he's well-built, strong, frightening, and imperious. He's a true monster.

The Queen's gaze can't turn away from such obscenity. Her legs quiver, her voice devolves into a weak moan, her mind is filled with vulgarity, and her pussy drips with lewd excitement.

The old man backhands the Queen's face, and she goes flying back to her throne. She quickly recovers and grabs her cheek in surprise, then she turns to glare at him and notices his evil grin.

His gaze makes her moan again, and her holy body shivers in fear.

He leans over her and grabs her waist with a frighteningly powerful grip. He rips her dress apart, exposing her hallowed body to the world. She's not wearing any underwear.

The Queen's subjects are paralyzed with fear. All they want is to stop the old man, to strangle him, kill him, and save their queen, but they can do nothing, for they lack the courage.

"This is what you wanted, Your Highness. This is your wish that you've repeatedly dreamed about every night. I'm merely a force of the world, here to give what you've always wanted."

The old man spits on his disgusting cock and spreads it with his hands, then he grabs the Queen's waist again and lifts it up, forcing her to bend over.

She looks back at it, her perfect face warped in fear, her confidence gone, her courage entirely surrendered. Tears roll down her white cheeks, but they're not from despair, they're from joy.

The old man aims his weapon at her cunt, then thrusts. The virgin, Holy Queen has been defiled, besmirched, debased, degraded, desecrated, dishonored, sullied, abused, and deflowered, but she has not been raped.

Her wish has been fulfilled, and her dignity has been torn apart.

She squeals like a pig, moans like a whore, cries like a slave. Her pleasure clouds her mind, and she surrenders to the glory of the cock.

Her subjects start to move. Their pants fall down, their dresses are lifted, and their hands grab their genitals. Like cowardly degenerates, they masturbate to the sight of their Holy Queen being forced down to where she belongs: her pussy wrapped around a man's cock, her womb filled with his seed, her mouth watering with desire, and her pride under his foot.

The old man passes his arms under the Queen's legs, then interlaces his fingers behind her head, pulling her into a full nelson.

He effortlessly lifts her up with his ample, muscular chest and turns them around with his thick, strong legs. His huge, awe-inspiring cock pierces the whore's cunt, which drips with her slutty juices and his manly seed.

He shakes his head and clears his golden hair from his face, which then flutters in the wind. His handsome face shifts into a proud grin, and light reflects off his heroic beard and mustache like a metallic sheen.

The Holy King's cock exits the defiled Holy Queen's cunt, and semen flies everywhere along with her squirt. Their subjects open their mouths and gratefully lap up their sacred juices.

The Defiling of the Holy Queen will be immortalized with a statue of the King's final orgasm, which will be erected at the gate of their Holy Castle so that all of her subjects can bask in their degenerate glory for eternity.

The King sets down his whore on the floor and grabs her by the horns. He uses her mouth to clean his disgustingly bulbous, glorious cock while he pressures her horns with his thumbs, gradually forcing them to break.

"W-wait, Wolfy, record scratch!" The Queen exclaims.

 

"Huh?" I question with a frown.

"D-d-don't break my horns, please!" Roxanne desperately begs.

I raise an eyebrow. "They grow back, and I can just use [Heal] to glue them back on."

"Y-yes, I know… but-but don't… please…" She begs with puppy eyes.

I let go of her horns and kneel down, then pull her into a hug. "Alright, sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't know that it was that frightening for you." I cover her cheeks and lips with apologetic kisses.

"It's not frightening, it's shameful, extremely so," Yunia interjects.

I stop, then Roxanne fidgets and looks down.

"Uh…?" I turn to Yunia.

My elven princess smiles sadistically, and in Roxanne's heart, a very strong desire to shut her up suddenly bleeds through [Bind].

"Her horns and tail are her identity. Breaking them would make her seem less… humanoid," Yunia continues.

"That's just so hot…" Alissa whispers.

"Ooh~…" I grunt in understanding.

"But, uh… wouldn't breaking them hurt a lot?" Hana asks.

Ciel assumes a teaching tone and responds, "No, actually. Horns aren't like bones, so she wouldn't feel a thing if these were normal horns, but these are made from mana, so they're a bit different." -She starts smiling wryly- "I'm not actually proud to know this, but plenty of demons feel actual pleasure when they're broken. It's a bit like when Wolfy bites Alissa's ears."

Hana nods in understanding. "Ah, I see… but now you just made me want to break them, too."

"No~… please!" Roxanne pleads, almost crying.

I hug her tight and caress her back. "It's alright, it's alright. Nobody will force it on you, okay? All of us love you too much to hurt you like that," I console her.

"And you know that nothing would really change if you let him break your horns," Alissa consoles her and squeezes her shoulder. "Though if I felt pleasure from it, I'd ask Wolfy to do it for me."

Roxanne narrows her eyes at her, but she calms down and nods weakly.

We look towards Hana, who grins as she says, "I'd absolutely love to break your horns, but I won't do anything that you don't want me to."

I roll my eyes at Hana, but then I start to feel a little awkward. I almost did something bad to Roxanne. From my own soul research on her horns, I knew that it'd give her pleasure if they were broken, but I had no idea it was such a taboo thing in Succubi culture.

Oh, wait.

"Is this why you don't like it when I bite your horns and tail?" I ask Roxanne.

She awkwardly nods as she responds, "Yeah. It's too easy to bite off the tail, so biting those parts just ended up being 'forbidden.'"

She adjusts my cock, then sits on it and starts to slowly gyrate her hips. I pull her face to mine and savor her thin lips. The excitement from our roleplaying was almost ruined, but we quickly recover our passion and resume madly fucking each other again.

 

We have a quiet dinner by ourselves. A Spirit pulse is sent out just before we eat, and my scouting Hollys can barely feel it. Alissa still couldn't detect them with [Sense Presence] after the pulse, so I think that we're far enough away that my Hollys are safe here.

The pulse seems to rapidly lose cohesion with distance, quickly becoming just a chaotic wave of Spirit mana, so I think that it's only effective on things inside the Carrier or very close to it.

We have a small amount of free time before bed, so I decide to check up on the golems. I update their mana organs and vocal cords so that they match Roxanne's and Aoi's organs, respectively.

Ted and Suzy now have very thin steel skeletons that they can use to move around like an elemental. They're at the point where they have full body control and can even resist a sword attack, but their skeletons are still too thin, so they're vulnerable to being crushed.

It's been nearly a month since they started using [Regeneration] on themselves day and night, and there's still a long way to go until they're finished. It's taking so long because [Regeneration] mostly stimulates natural healing while also adding a bit of "miraculous healing" to aid with whatever the body can't handle. Using it to regrow the golems' skeletons is basically using only 5% of the spell's effects because of how the golems have no biology to heal naturally from, which means that only the "miraculous healing" part affects them.

Jarn is slowly learning how to cast [Manipulate Metal] by herself. It seems like the golems aren't that skilled with chanting, seemingly being more apt with chantless, near-instant casting than the traditional method.

Jarn is using this spell to mold her plates into a more humanoid shape. So, she's going from a stick figure to a slightly anthropomorphic robot. It's like she's playing with clay and molding herself until her limbs vaguely look humanoid. She's entering the "uncanny valley," since she's becoming humanoid, but she's not there yet. There's also the fact that because her limbs are joined only by loose chains, she kind of moves them in an inhuman way, increasing the effect. Though, she could develop a sick fighting style with those limbs.

I also notice that she's giving herself quite an ample chest.

"Jarn, come over here," I ask, and she immediately obeys.

"Caution, my arms are dangerously too hot for your skin," she warns me.

"I want to take a closer look at your chest," I say with a gentle smile.

She moves her red-hot arms behind her back and pushes her chest piece towards me.

I extend a hand and grope her breasts. "You're copying Ciel's breasts?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

"Eh?" Ciel's head snaps to us, and she stares at us, wide-eyed.

Jarn calmly responds in her robotic voice, "I have decided to copy Master Yulania's face; Master Ciel's chest, buttocks, and legs; and Master Hana's arms, abs, and muscular structure in general. But, I still need to choose a race to copy their head adornment."

Is she going to be like a super bimbo?

I smile wryly and slowly look around at the girls. They're all a bit stunned by this revelation. Yunia smiles smugly, Hana is a little concerned that only her muscles were chosen, and the others have mixed feelings.

"What about you two, Ted and Suzy. If you could change your bodies, what would they become?" I ask with a cheeky grin.

"Halflings," Ted answers immediately.

"Though the specific characteristics haven't been defined yet," Suzy adds.

"We need to meet more attractive halflings to copy."

"Cloning Master Lina's is undesirable because it introduces competition and repetition."

I chuckle softly and look at the girls bemusedly. Lina knits her eyebrows in concern, but she's mostly confused about how to react to this situation.

Alissa seems mildly pleased. Her tail wags lazily, ruffling the sheets lightly as she says, "I intend to hire at least one loyal weredog and werecat as maids. It'd be best if you chose something exotic, like a wereowl's, or perhaps a wererabbit, though I'm not sure if Nononya will join our harem."

"Understood. Perhaps I should look to the demon races?" Jarn questions.

Roxanne, who's currently giggling teasingly towards Ciel, suddenly twitches as our attention is directed her way.

She eyes us warily, then says, "Uh… I'll always like horns more than anything, so, perhaps, you could go with deer horns, they're pretty cute. Or maybe you could copy the Estekabar and their feather-hair."

"Horns are undesirable since they're detrimental to combat," Jarn responds, and Roxanne pouts while her horns gain a dangerous metallic sheen.

"You were too blunt, Jarn. You made Master Roxanne displeased," Ted says, surprising us.

"Apologies, Master Roxanne, but combat practicality is my primary focus," Jarn responds and bows.

"O-oh… it's fine. I was just being silly; you didn't offend me," Roxanne hurriedly says, and her horns become rubbery again.

"We require more wisdom to not fall for Master Roxanne's playfulness," Suzy says.

Roxanne instantly cheers up and straightens her posture. "Ohohoh, you heard that? You need lots of 'Wisdom' to beat me," she says with a smug giggle.

"I believe the golems will become quite the arse-lickers," I comment.

"But you enjoy licking ours," Hana says with a smirk.

I smile wryly. "True."

Before the conversation becomes too lewd, Ciel suggests, "The webbed ears of the merfolk can be pretty cute."

"You don't need to copy a single race, specifically; perhaps we can work out something more elaborate depending on how your body and face turn out," Alissa says.

"Oh, yes. The ears should complement the face, not the other way around," I say and pat my foxy lady on her head.

Ciel looks at Alissa's tail wagging with happiness and adds, "The tail is also important. It has to match the ears in cuteness. Perhaps you could even add wings and other things to yourself and become like a Chimera."

"All attractive options, I don't know what to choose," Jarn stoically responds.

"There's still some time before you have to decide, and you can always change your mind if it doesn't fit," I say.

"Understood," Jarn says with a nod.

 

After Jarn finishes her modifications, I create a metal earth elemental that looks as close as possible to her, then I copy it with [Mold] so that her soul aligns with her new body shape.

With her toned abs and faint muscles, her body now somewhat reminds me of a metal soldier that you'd find in a fantasy game set in ancient Greece.

In the end, her body has developed quite well, but not her face yet, which is still pretty blank.

After that, we cuddle until it's time to sleep.

 

Today is the 17th.

Hana wakes me up. Her beautiful yellow eyes with vertical slits stare at me like a predator, but I'm so used to them already that they feel more like a cute bunny than a fearsome dragon.

Hana scoffs with my dick in her mouth, then decides to punish my insult by sucking my soul out through my dick.

 

My [Golemancy] increased by 1 (now 0+10), and Lina's [Earth Magic] increased by 1 (now 1+9).

 

The Floater approaches us to recharge the ship's mana while we finish having our breakfast, then Paraaone arrives on our deck just as we're about to land on the Carrier so that I can fuck Huka… erm, practice with the Gull.

"Oh, your Living Armor has changed," Paraaone comments to Lina and observes Jarn's improved body.

"She wishes to be more feminine, so we're helping her change her body," Lina replies.

The area where his nonexistent eyebrows should be rises in surprise. "'Her'? It… well, she has a gender…?"

Lina frowns inwardly, deciding that it'd be easier to just lie. "Yes… Did you know that summons gain intelligence and sometimes develop a personality the higher the level of their summoner?"

He nods repeatedly while staring intensely at Jarn.

"That's what happened. Jarn's a woman who wishes to become more feminine," Lina says, then looks away and returns into her thoughts.

He snorts and says, "Heh. It looks like Wolf Ryder is the only male among all of you. Next, you're going to say that even the nature spirit is female."

Lina cringes. "Well…"

"Paint me in shock," he adds dryly and laughs. "I'm a bit envious, though."

 

Hukarere breaks our kiss and comments, "You know, you're pretty good at flying, so there's not much left for you to learn."

I squeeze her breasts in thought and say in a husky tone, "I'm sure I still have a lot to learn from your body."

She grins and licks my cheek.

"I don't mind doing this job every day," Aihopu casually says. We look up and behind us, and see him quite content, sitting on the edge of the Gull and flexing his wings. "Do you mind if I masturbate, though? You two are pretty hot together."

"Uh… sure," I answer with a shrug. Having an audience feels pretty good.

"Thanks, friend," he replies, then immediately unbuttons his pants, pulls out his nicely sized human dick, and starts stroking it.

"How about both of you fuck me at the same time?" Hukarere suggests with a crazed and lustful look in her eyes.

Aihopu's dog ears point up in attention, and he gives me puppy eyes.

Well, she was never supposed to be exclusive to me.

I shrug. "Alright, let's do this," I say and look back at the seats behind us. "It's going to be a bit cramped, though."

Aihopu's demeanor completely changes. He goes from an endearing puppy to a hungry beast hunting for a white wolf pup. "We'll find a way," he says in a low growl.

 

"Wild winds, man, you're a beast," Aihopu praises me, wide-eyed.

I grunt and continue slapping my hips against Hukarere's ass. She swallows his cum and continues to loudly moan. The small light elemental below us [Clean]s a drop of my cum that drips from her pale pussy before it can stain the seat.

"You try satisfying seven wives, which includes a dragonkin and a succubus at that, and you'll become like me in no time," I say.

"He's got… [Mana Genitals]," Hukarere grunts.

"Did you get that through [Alteration Magic]? I'm trying to save up enough money to pay a mage for that," Aihopu asks.

Hm… I guess it makes sense that the Chimeras would know a lot about these body-changing skills.

"No, I got it through [Enhanced Semen Recharge]," I answer.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, I see. Yeah, you're a complete beast, man."

I smile wryly and cum inside Hukarere again.

 

I actually do practice with the Gull and play fetch for a short while with Aihopu, so it's not like we're just fucking all morning, and Hukarere doesn't have the stamina for that, anyway…

Once our training time is over, I land the Gull and lift off with our ship.

The journey is quiet, as usual, and after a few hours, we reach the anchor, then the wind dies down and our speed decreases. Ahead of us, we see lots of dark clouds rapidly moving about. "The calm" is over, and there's definitely plenty of danger in this new area.

Immediately after we pass the anchor, we're hit by a gust of wind that makes the ship's wings creak. The Carrier doesn't even budge, but the Winch sways a little. It's a big ship with very little actual mass, so I hope that the rookies over there don't get motion sickness easily.

Code orange is sounded soon after. The Floater has engaged monsters, but it doesn't need our help, so we're directed to just stay at the ready.

I let the golems and Jarn pilot, but Alissa and I stay on the bridge to take over at any moment. They need to learn how to achieve the same level of stability that I can, and these light gusts are perfect for that.

"We require more practice to build muscle memory," Jarn says.

"Our responses to changes in the wind direction are too random," Ted says.

"We lack the prediction capabilities to smoothly control the ship," Suzy says.

I scratch my chin and respond, "It seems like [Piloting] doesn't give me anything miraculous or magical, so I think that it's all about feeling the wind. Maybe we could ask Kaatohe about it."

"If you're able, then we ask that you do that for us so that we may serve you better," Ted says, and I awkwardly nod.

 

Gify suddenly uncurls from my shoulder and looks ahead with a serious (which is also very cute) expression.

"Gih," she lets out a short chirp full of meaning.

"You didn't even care when the Dragolites attacked us. What's different about this time?" I ask her.

"Gih."

Alissa and I share a look. There's only one thing that could take that cheeky smile off her beak: Spirit mages. Out of all the monsters that are normally found around here, only two of them are related to spirit magic: Frost Wraiths and Fay Leviathans, but she didn't really care about the Wraith that was inside the Floater, so we know which is our culprit.

I advise Hukarere through the summons that Gify is concerned about Spirit magic ahead, and she passes it on to the bridge.

Soon after that, we see a [Beam] cut through the clouds ahead.

"A Fay Leviathan was spotted hiding among the clouds," Hukarere reports to us.

"Are we directed to assist?" I ask.

"Not yet. It's not the albino, so the Floater should be able to deal with that one, or at the least wound it enough that it leaves."

I hold Gify and pat her head to calm her down. I've never seen her get so scared like this before.

"Gih!" She complains and pouts.

"Yes, you're scared," I respond with a snort.

She's too anxious to argue, but my teasing works, calming her slightly. If I'm calm enough to tease her, then what reason does she have to be scared?

Lightning crackles within the colored clouds around us, forming large shadows that almost make us jump. We all become far more tense, waiting for the inevitable battle that's about to begin.

"Wolf, prepare for an ambush. It seems that the Leviathan is just distracting the Floater!" Hukarere suddenly announces, then code red is sounded.

"Understood!" I acknowledge her message and relay it to the others.

Paraaone spreads his wings and activates his armor, making it annoyingly shiny, but I know that its effect is much more severe for the monsters.

"Monsters spotted! Direction, forty degrees, northeast; elevation, horizon; distance, over one thousand metri! Forty-five large Kite Dragons!" Hukarere relays to us.

Alissa turns her face towards the specified direction, and after a moment to focus her eyes, she spots the mass of black dots approaching. "Their telescopes are very good," she comments, a little impressed.

The Carrier signals to the right, and Hukarere relays, "Order: exit the Looping Winds and stop! Stay behind the Carrier!"

The Winch exits to the left, then points its nose towards the Carrier, clearly using its small frontal profile to also hide behind it. It folds down its sails, and the men on deck retreat inside of the ship.

The Kite Dragons open their mouths, then a salvo of frost orbs launches towards the Carrier as fast as bullets. Our view ahead is tinted green as [Wind Shield] activates and diverts the orbs away. If we were above or below the Carrier, there's a chance that we might have been hit by them.

Another message comes through Hukarere, "Monsters spotted! Direction, two hundred degrees, south; elevation, minus forty degrees; distance, three hundred metri! Nine large Cloud Snakes! Remain in place and only engage when in close proximity!"

A salvo of [Earth Bullet]s immediately followed by another of [Fireball]s launches towards the Snakes, then fifteen Wasps deploy towards them, immediately followed by five Celestial Horns. They whistle past us at full speed while we're just supposed to watch and wait until the monsters get closer, otherwise, we might hit a friendly.

The Winch fires random [Lightning Bolt]s towards the Snakes as a threat, warning them to not get too close, but their target seems to be the Carrier, so they ignore it.

The Kite Dragons fire another salvo of frost orbs, and one of them whistles past us close enough for me to get a good look at it. It's a transparent white ball full of mana that cools the air just by passing near it. They seem to be as big as Lina, at least double their usual size.

The Horns fire their [Beam]s, and the Snakes scatter to dodge them. The Wasps split into squads of three, which hunt down a Snake each.

Four Snakes are ignored by the Wasps, but when the Horns reach them, they're quickly dispatched, even faster than when Hana fought one.

Suddenly, the remaining Snakes collectively let out a long, deep howl that sounds rather similar to the whistling of the wind. It crosses through the battlefield and makes my bones shake, slightly unnerving us all. Then the Snakes turn around and try to escape, but only one of them manages to do so.

The Kite Dragons stop, still far out of range of the Trinity Cannons, and open their mouths again. They fire off another salvo of frost orbs, and without even waiting for it to reach the Carrier, they turn around and fly away.

The Floater reappears a moment later, having disengaged from the Leviathan right after the ambush began, and goes after the Kite Dragons, but they scatter in all directions and hide behind the clouds.

Far off in the distance, Alissa spots a light blue glow. For a brief moment, she sees a large and long transparent snake with wide wings moving around the clouds. Its organs are clearly visible for us to see, including a fast-beating heart that could be as big as I am. It's the Fay Leviathan.

"So… that was a probing attack?" I question, and Alissa nods solemnly.