"This..." Muria suppressed their pride and joy, their painstakingly created work, with just one claw, leaving the group of mad alchemists stunned.
"Only this much?" Muria looked at the group, his voice indifferent but carrying a powerful oppressive force. "Too weak."
"Duke Mureya, you are too strong." A young, disheveled-haired alchemist protested in an unwilling tone. The hybrid creature they had modified was not weak, possessing legendary level battle capabilities, which had been proven in several wars against the Sea Clan's invasions on the Cloud Island.
This hybrid creature had all the abilities expected of a legend. Aside from some significant communication issues, it was deemed a perfect living war weapon by their standards.
"Well, what's its name? Or what do you call it?" Muria abruptly asked.