"Dodge!" Jyorta bellowed, constantly sending mental inputs to the River Whale to steer it. Hot geysers slammed into it, their pollution seeping into the film of water surrounding it. The River Whale tried its best to filter out the pollution, but the rate of pollution surpassed its filtering speed.
Jyorta felt the film of water become hotter as time passed while a faint tinge of yellow suffused it, thickening as time passed. He gritted his teeth, watching more than five Lava Turtles peak out of the water and attack.
The Lava Turtles placed their tails well within the water, siphoning the water into their bodies. Then, the water absorbed the tremendous heat their body contained—generated by their Trait—and was ejected from their mouths. Each geyser contained a lot of force behind it, adding onto the heat and aura carried within it, the attacks became deadly.
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