Magic & Transvolution

Chapter 39: Phase 32.

"What...is it?" Ada grits her teeth.

"Your eyes...and your skin, too." Ramon gulps. "They look different than before."

"What do you mean by that, dude?" Justin asks.

" I-I'm seeing dark spots underneath your eyes. A-And you all look pale, too!"

"What!?" Roan exclaims, grunting as he gazes at Ada and Coleo. He widens his eyes at the two's dark circles, falling onto his bottom before pointing. "AH! I'M NOTICING THEM, TOO!"

Mesmeren yelps upon looking at Courtney, jumping back. "E-Eek!"

Courtney and Sylock look at each other, eyes enlarging with unease. "Holy crap, you're right!"

The group panics further: Shaking. Quivering. Quaking, screaming to their very core.

Ramon pins his back against the window, stroking the wooden door beside it. ...M-Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that to them. Whimpering, he lowers his ears. Ugh...

The group freaks out more and more until they groan again, unmoving. Courtney sighs. "Why am I feelin' slow, weak, and in a lot of pain right now?" she questions, caressing her head.

"I w-wish I knew the grand answer to that, Courtney ma'am—AGH!" Roan strokes his side.

Sylock squints to the side. Wish I knew the answer, too. He grits his teeth. Wait...Is it because of... He then forms a fist. I swear if that's the case, I'll—

"SHUT UP!"

Behemoth's booming low voice shatters the group's thoughts, all eyeing the window. With zero time to think, Ada immediately opens the window with her magic. Everyone lifts themselves up at a gruesome and painstaking pace, wincing along the way.

Behemoth and Virtuous remain face to face, their armies standing behind them. Ramon looks between the two groups, the ferocious glaring and menacing expressions paint across them. He then spots a Wishiwashi on Virtuous' side with a Mystic Water necklace, pity spreading throughout.

The fox lowers his ears. Aquatus...

Behemoth snarls. "Tch, those previous big phases I was caught off guard." His tail is coated in aquatic energy. "This time, it'll be different. I've trained incredibly hard just to beat the shit out of you!"

Virtuous lays his fin against his maw, snickering. "Foul mouth much, my dear friend?"

"WE'RE NOT FRIENDS, YOU BITCH!" The aquatic aura grows stronger around the Gyarados' tail, his army tensing up.

The Wishiwashi School shrugs, raising his brow. "I suppose you've never heard of sarcasm. Typical for someone with a numbskull head like yours." Sighing, both his fins and tailfin shroud themselves in liquefied energy. He closes his eyes. "This feels like deja vu. You know," Virtuous opens his eyes, striking a glance. "The reason why this war started? Because of you. Saying those exact. Same. Words."

Behemoth points his tail at Virtuous. "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, RIGHT NOW!" He growls. "YOU'RE the one that caused this war in the first place! YOU were the one that kept messin' with me with your shitty, bum ass ego!" Virtuous stares at the Gyarados, deadpanned beyond belief. "YOU were the one who's been so 'oooo, I'm an expert at being strong while you're not, hahahaha' at ME!"

Virtuous blinks, turning his attention towards his Wishiwashis. "You're hearing this, right? This foul beast here making such baseless and unfathomable claims about me?" His head shakes. "Tsk tsk." He glares back at Behemoth. "This is why Gyarados are inferior: Playing the victim blaming card, making wild assumptions about those that try to help them become strong when they're putting zero effort into their training to begin with!" Smirks. "Absolutely pathetic."