Amon, The Legendary Overlord

A subtly visible magnetic field began to envelop Amon, causing his body to levitate from the ground. He rose until he reached a height that put him face-to-face with the colossal beast. With unimaginable speed, Amon shot toward the creature, his hands resting firmly at his sides. However, in an unexpected maneuver, he abruptly changed direction, ascending even higher into the sky. His body was then completely engulfed in golden lightning, turning him into a dazzling figure against the firmament.

After reaching a distance of almost 100 meters from the ground, Amon began his descent at a dizzying speed, resembling a comet about to strike the earth.

The beast, noticing the movement, lifted its eyes to track Amon's trajectory but was almost forced to close them. The position chosen by Amon was perfectly aligned with the sun, causing the sun's rays to interfere with the beast's vision, worsening its ability to track Amon's movement.

"ROAR!"

The colossal feline beast raised its paws towards the sky, with the wind condensing in its claws carrying an overwhelming power. However, Amon, descending at a phenomenal speed, seemed indifferent to the storm of wind unleashed by the beast. He collided with the barrier of wind, breaking through it as if slicing through a silk veil, experiencing no hindrance or damage.

A deafening roar resounded.

Skillfully dodging the beast's claws, Amon maintained his focus and struck the beast's flank with all his might. He had deceived the creature, feigning an attack to its head, but in a surprising twist, he redirected his course at the last moment and struck the monster's ribs head-on. The maneuver's surprise was so shocking that it seemed to freeze time for an instant, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

The impact was tremendous, releasing a force so monumental that it echoed throughout the forest, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet and birds to take flight in panic. A cloud of dust and snow was raised, momentarily obscuring the view of the battle's location. It was such a dramatic and imposing scene that it completely captured the attention of all present, leaving them in a state of surprise and awe.

Taking advantage of the momentum from the impact, Amon propelled himself upwards, hovering majestically above the beast that groaned and roared in pain.

Meanwhile, the wind around the creature grew increasingly violent. Mabel and the other girls were forced to retreat even further to maintain a safe distance from the wounded beast. Barbara, overcome with emotion, began shouting words of encouragement. Her shouts were vibrant, infused with almost contagious enthusiasm.

"Come on, Amon! You've got this! Show him who's in charge!"

Maisa and Julia joined in on Barbara's enthusiasm, albeit in a more gentle and restrained manner. They conveyed their support with a more subdued enthusiasm, like a steady-burning flame.

Mabel, on the other hand, remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the confrontation between Amon and the beast, not even blinking. A wave of understanding coursed through her body, filling her with a sense of gain as she observed the battle. With every movement, every tactic, and every strike that Amon unleashed, she saw an incredible mastery of the situation, a skill that didn't seem like mere theatrics but true ability. The battle unfolded before her eyes like a perfectly choreographed dance, in which Amon dominated every step.

She realized that sometimes learning could be more effectively gained through observation rather than direct practice. Of course, that didn't mean it would always be the rule; there were many aspects of battle that required firsthand experience to be understood. Mabel herself yearned to apply the insights she was gaining from observing Amon in her own practical experiences.

From above, Amon reached out his hand toward the beast. Suddenly, a golden lightning intertwined with red filaments, each with approximately the thickness of a human fist, as the two combatants began to descend. The shockwave of the attack tore the sky in half, and the resulting sound made the air vibrate as if the very sky had been rent asunder.

In a desperate effort to escape, the beast invoked the power of the wind, using it to propel itself away from the lightning. It was launched with such force that it crashed into a nearby tree.

*BOOOOM!*

A deafening roar echoed through the surroundings. The roar of a colossal thunder, amplified to the point of making the air around vibrate, was accompanied by a shockwave capable of cracking the earth and igniting the vegetation nearby. The impact was such that it felt as if the very sky could collapse at any moment.

The beast, who initially thought it had suffered a painful defeat as it felt the tree's blow against its body, actually felt a sudden and intense relief. The pain caused by the collision with the tree was insignificant compared to the deadly threat that would have struck it if it hadn't managed to dodge the lightning. Aware that this choice had avoided a catastrophic end, the beast felt grateful for its sharpened survival instinct, even as it groaned in pain.

Amon remained serene while a drastic change occurred in the beast. It began to sweat profusely, something never before seen in such a creature. Its face, usually ferocious, now revealed palpable fear. The fur all over its body stood on end, and drops of sweat dripped from its massive feline face.

Amon's eyes underwent a surprising change, and the familiar "+" sign reappeared in his irises. The instant this change occurred, the beast began trembling violently. It was like a helpless puppy taken to a cold and unfamiliar place. At that very moment, another lightning bolt descended from the sky!

*Boooom!*

The golden lightning intertwined with red strands tore through the sky and descended at Amon's command. The lightning struck the beast directly on the head, causing it to blacken as if it were made of charcoal. The creature's fur stood on end, with many of its hairs burning and emitting a peculiar scent of burnt flesh that filled the air. On the beast's back, a symbol resembling roots appeared, illuminated by the residual flames from the lightning's impact. The scene was terrifying, leaving an indelible mark of Amon's incredible power.

Landing softly on the ground, Amon was joined by the girls, who approached to congratulate him. Their hearts still raced, whether from the incredible display of Amon's abilities or the undeniable evidence of his growing power.

Mabel, in particular, stood out as she praised the benefits that Amon's display of power had instilled on her. Upon hearing Mabel's words, Amon offered a modest smile in response, his eyes having returned to their normal condition.

"Amon, what are you going to do with this creature now?" Barbara asked, pointing to the partially charred carcass of the beast.

After a moment of reflection, Amon approached the immense body, and with a firm strike to the head, reduced it to dust, revealing the creature's genetic core. Lifting the object in his hand, he showed it to the girls.

"The genetic core is intact," he informed them, "and as for the carcass, there may still be some parts that can be salvaged."

As they approached and examined the remains more closely, Mabel and the others nodded in agreement.

"Amon, I think you should..." Ariel began, but then stopped, shaking her head. "You know what? Forget it. I was going to say something silly anyway."

Amon furrowed his brow, casting a puzzled look in Ariel's direction.