Return Of The Supreme Beast Tamer
Chapter 122: Something Is Coming

Chapter 122: Something Is Coming

[Same Day: 10:30Pm.]

[Christopher’s Room.]

The air in Christopher’s room crackled with a strange energy, as thirty-one pairs of eyes, were fixed on Grim, who stood silently within the circle they had instinctively formed, an unsettling presence in the otherwise cozy space.

Christopher leaned back against his headboard, a deep furrow in his brow.

"Now... How in the nine hells are you a sky stage beast?" he demanded, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of frustration.

Grim tilted his skull-like head, genuine confusion evident in his red eyes.

"A sky stage beast? What manner of creature is that?" Reaper asked.

Before Christopher could formulate an answer, Lazarus answered. "Sky stage beasts are entities that transcend the Divine stage. Their power dwarfs even ours."

"Hmm..." Grim mused, turning his gaze towards Christopher. "I had assumed the master possessed knowledge of such classifications."

’How the blazes would I know that?’ A thought flashed through Christopher’s mind. Then, his eyes landed on Tiamat, who reclined languidly on his bed, a subtle, almost knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Shouldn’t you have detected something like this?!" he exclaimed, directing his question at the ancient goddess.

Tiamat pushed herself up, her eyes sweeping over him and the assembled beasts. "And why would I?" she countered, her tone suggesting the question was rather absurd.

"In my prime, or once you locate my second fragment, such distinctions would be readily apparent." She sighed.

"Listen closely, all of you."

The collective attention of Christopher and his thirty-one beasts snapped to Tiamat.

"You are now privy to the existence of powers that lie far beyond your current comprehension," she began, her voice carrying an ancient weight.

"An ordinary stage beast can perceive a Divine stage beast. However, when a beast shatters those boundaries and ascends to the sky stage, its true strength becomes undetectable to those below, even to Divine stage beasts. I suspect your mother encountered this very phenomenon and acted accordingly." Her expression turned thoughtful, as if piecing together a forgotten puzzle.

"Doesn’t that make them... silent assassins?" Christopher muttered, his gaze returning to Grim, a new layer of understanding dawning.

"Other beasts might mistake them for weaker prey, only to be obliterated without warning." He then focused on Grim. "But Grim... you exude the life force signature of a Divine stage beast." His tone was a mixture of lingering confusion and dawning realization.

"That is because," Tiamat interjected, her voice firm, "this one is only displaying a fraction of his true power. What you sense is merely a carefully veiled aspect of his immense strength."

Christopher stared intently at the humanoid skeleton, processing Tiamat’s words. A slow nod indicated his understanding.

"Why don’t we test this?" he suggested, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"Absolutely not. Not now, and certainly not here," Tiamat stated firmly. "If this guy is truly a sky stage beast, even a sliver of its unleashed power could have catastrophic consequences within these walls." She paused, then added with a decisive tone.

"Alright, I’m off."

Before Christopher could voice any questions or objections, Tiamat shimmered and vanished from the room.

"That woman," Christopher sighed, shaking his head in mild exasperation. He stood and walked towards Grim, extending a hand to clap him on the shoulder.

"It’s... well, it’s certainly interesting having you with us."

He lowered his hand, his expression turning serious. "Get some rest. I have a gnawing feeling in my gut... something big is coming. Something or someone we’ve never encountered before."

A low murmur of agreement rippled through the assembled beasts.

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[Unknown Location.]

The air in the vast, dimly lit hall hummed with the low thrum of machinery and the faint gurgling of viscous fluids.

Dracula stood before a veritable army of glass tubes, each containing a human experiment suspended in a swirling emerald liquid. His gaze was fixed on two in particular: Leon and Lincoln, their faces pale and still behind the clouded glass.

"Just a little longer," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive caress, "and you will be... beyond anything they can imagine. Invincible."

He tore his gaze away from his slumbering nephew and brother, turning his attention to ten other tubes containing figures radiating a suppressed power – the five guardians, and the five kings of the once-proud Golden Organization, now participants in the grand design.

Ding!

The soft chime of his phone broke the silence. Dracula retrieved it, his eyes scanning the message that had just appeared on the screen.

"This... this confirms everything. Christopher Valhalla is indeed the Supreme Tamer." A cruel smile stretched across his lips.

"You just figured that out?"

Dracula whirled around, startled by the sudden voice.

A figure materialized from the swirling shadows, a dense black aura of raw life force obscuring its features, making it seem like a being woven from the very darkness.

Dracula’s eyes widened in shock and a primal fear. He dropped to one knee instantly, bowing his head low.

"Master?!" he exclaimed, the title laced with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

"Christopher Valhalla is the Supreme Tamer," the figure stated, its voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very floor.

"And as long as he draws breath, he remains our paramount obstacle. We will never truly control the five countries while he lives."

The figure extended a hand, and with a silent command, the lifeless form of Shadow floated across the room, coming to rest before Dracula.

"Shadow?" Dracula whispered, his surprise evident.

"She was extinguished by Christopher’s first King," the figure explained, its unseen eyes seemingly fixed on the corpse.

"I can still sense the lingering echoes of her rage, her pain... such potent emotions. She will make a formidable addition to our ranks. A superb super-soldier."

The figure gently lowered Shadow to the cold concrete floor.

"And what of Christopher’s other adversaries?" the figure inquired, its attention returning to the still-kneeling Dracula.

"All secured within their tubes, Master," Dracula replied, slowly rising to his feet. "Those who resisted... they have also been... incorporated into the project. Just as you instructed."

"Excellent."

The figure moved with unsettling speed, reappearing before Leon’s tube, its shrouded form looming over the unconscious youth.

"This one... who is he?" it asked, its voice carrying an undercurrent of intrigue.

"That is my nephew, Master," Dracula answered, a flicker of something akin to protectiveness in his voice.

"Your nephew? Why is he among these... specimens?"

"Christopher destroyed his core," Dracula explained.

"And Leon... he desires retribution. He wants Christopher dead for what he did."

"Hmm..." The figure nodded.

"He possesses an affinity for darkness. A... delightful specimen indeed. He has the potential to become a valuable Disciple."

"A Disciple? Truly, Master?" Dracula asked, a note of mild surprise coloring his voice.

"Indeed. Once he awakens, I shall personally oversee his development, his training. Alongside the others, he will form the vanguard, the first commander of our super-soldier legions." The figure raised a hand, and with a sudden, forceful clench of its unseen fist, the ground beneath their feet trembled violently.

"To truly dismantle Christopher’s influence, to overcome the Tamer Enterprise forces spread across the five countries, along with their advanced weaponry and their formidable beasts... we require more than mere soldiers."

BAM!!!!

Dracula stumbled backward, a gasp escaping his lips. His eyes widened in sheer terror as a colossal skeletal dragon erupted from the ground behind the shrouded figure, its bone-chilling roar echoing through the vast chamber.

GRAAAAAAA!!!!

"..."

Dracula instinctively threw his arms up in a defensive posture, bracing himself against the unseen force of the roar.

The sonic wave slammed into him, throwing him back ten feet, his boots scraping deep furrows into the concrete floor.

"This... a sky stage beast?!" His eyes bulged in utter horror.

BAM!!!

BAM!!!!

More monstrous claws tore through the earth beside the skeletal dragon. Before Dracula’s disbelieving eyes, two more colossal skeletal beasts clawed their way into existence: a four-horned bull wreathed in shadow and a serpentine creature with a blade-like head.

GRAAAAAAA!!

The two new arrivals unleashed their own terrifying roars, the combined cacophony threatening to shatter the very air.

"My detour to the battlefield was not in vain," the figure declared, its voice laced with a chilling satisfaction, its unseen gaze still fixed on Leon’s inert form.

"Now we possess an army of our own. These magnificent creatures will be our cannons, our instruments of raw destruction, while the super-soldiers will form our elite. The entire world will soon tremble before our ascendance."

BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!! BAM!

GROWS!!!!

Drawn by the escalating tremors and roars, Dracula cautiously approached a grimy window overlooking the outside world. What he saw sent a fresh wave of icy dread washing over him.

"...?!"

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