When he heard the roar of a lion in the direction Garin turned his gaze, Vicente frowned, quickly spotting a majestic creature with beautiful golden fur and a voluminous mane.
The creature was as imposing as the memory of the lions he had of Earth, but even more fantastic, with colored mist escaping from its claws, while the tip of its tail burned like hot coals.
The creature's head was so large that Vicente had no doubt that it could bite the head off an ox easily.
Its piercing eyes evoked a surreal sensation, as if the creature could make its targets fall into spiraling illusions, totally suppressing them at will.
Garin and Bert shivered as they felt the creature's gaze hover over their group, both of them sensing the creature's powerful 4-Star Magus cultivation while it walked cautiously around them.
"Shit! I knew this would end badly." Garin said, focused on the creature, but obviously directing his unease at Vicente.
Vicente was serious about the situation. He could see that it, unlike the magicians he had met so far, had a power corresponding to its level, with no obvious flaws. If it were a magician, this lion would certainly be powerful according to its pentagrams, Vice sensed.
"Let's not lose our cool. We haven't fought yet." Vicente tried to calm Garin and Bert down while he had a bitter smile on his face because of the consequences of his night's adventure.
Raising one of his hands in the air, Vicente tried to communicate with the creature. "Brother Lion, this one talking is Vicente Fuller. We didn't want to get in your way, but just because we're face to face, we don't have to..."
"What are you doing?" Bert asked with a shocked look on his face.
'What a bumpkin...' Garin shook his head, almost dying of embarrassment.
"What's the problem? I'm trying to negotiate." Vicente didn't understand the reaction of these two.
"Negotiate with a beast? I don't know what things were like where you come from, Brother Vicente, but here creatures like it don't speak our language and even if they did, they wouldn't answer us. Magicians and beasts are enemies from birth.
However, even though he managed to hit the creature, Garin barely managed to get more than an inch inside the creature's right hind thigh.
The creature once again swapped the target of the moment for the one attacking it, turning its face towards Garin, while its eyes went wide, red with fury at the magician's audacity.
The flames from its tail grew stronger, while flames shot out from its body, scorching everything near it.
Garin and Bert paled at the sight of the creature's flames rushing towards them, certain that they wouldn't get away without deep wounds.
At that moment, Vicente sighed at the poor performance of his two 'protectors.' 'The sect sent these guys to look after me? Were all the other Magi busy?'
{These two probably don't know much about you beyond what any disciple of the sect knows from the recordings of your fights, master.} Prisiche explained.
{For them, you're just a talented newcomer who's come to steal their chances, even though you're so crude.}
Vicente understood the situation and saw that he had to move if he didn't want to let those two be burned by the majestic golden lion.
As he looked at the creature, he recognized its power compared to the two magicians using devices to protect themselves after barely trying to attack it.
'It's no wonder the island's magicians are so weak. These magicians hide behind their super-advanced equipment and grow stronger without tempering their powers with direct and deadly battles. In Polaris Realm, we are weaker, but from the lowest levels, we are used to fighting monsters using weapons that do nothing to increase our powers or defenses.'
The magical artifacts from Polaris Realm marginally increased the characteristics of their users. For example, armor for an Acolyte didn't serve to make its wearer indestructible, but to prevent injuries that wouldn't be serious and turn mortal injuries into only serious ones. They were useful items, but they didn't replace the powers of their users.
'Maybe that's why people from lower planes are so valued in Anicane...'
With that thought, he fully activated his powers, cutting through space by moving his two hands to Bert's and Garin's necks.
Before the two were engulfed in flames, they appeared behind Vicente, while Vice's six magnetic pentagrams were condensed around him, glowing brightly.
"Majestic King of the Forest, you're the first of your kind I've had the chance to speak to." Vicente took a step forward, while the enemy flames could not reach him. "I'll give you one more chance. Calm your flames and let's talk. Otherwise, I'll turn you into a house cat!"
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