The young Medium's quiet question rang out.
To everyone around him, it sounded like earthshaking thunder.
Since the age of the Empire, nobles and people of the Mystical Side alike had kept Mystic Creatures, not merely as symbols of status, but because they made excellent assistants for their owners.
They could even complement their owners' abilities.
In the early years of the Empire, a Hunter wielding twin scimitars and accompanied by a female black panther had risen to fame in South County.
By the middle and late years of the Empire, Mystic Creatures had become indispensable companions to Hunters. Only when the Holy Age began and the Church absorbed the Hunters into its ranks did this practice gradually disappear.
But regardless of the era, anyone who wanted a Mystic Creature had to raise it from infancy.
Taming one outright, like this?
Apart from that Hunter with the female black panther and twin scimitars, no one had ever been known to accomplish it.
And that black panther had only been a Mystic Creature.
But the great serpent before them?
A Fierce Beast!
Only creatures that had reached Entry Rank earned the designation of "Fierce Beast"!
Impossible!
It absolutely couldn't be tamed!
Everyone present thought the same thing.
Malinda and De'erqiao, the Gale Sword, had even prepared for battle.
Smoke swirled around the lady, concealing patches of dense, deep shadow. The flickering soulfire formed the eyes of these restless souls.
Any creature that met their gaze would tremble all over, as though plunged into an icehouse.
De'erqiao was more direct.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wind, one gust after another.
Sharp and swift.
Taking their cue from these two, everyone else readied themselves as well.
Then-
The enormous serpent lowered its head, which was as large as a house, and let out a soft