Battle Monger
Mist billowed, blanketing the entire layer. Hot gusts of air streamed about as sparks flickered through it intermittently. Bolts of lightning flashed past while the sounds of thunder resounded. The Lava Turtles had retreated far away; half of them had even descended to layer 4 to avoid the resulting chaos.
The Wave Controller Lava Turtle stood in a daze, its body still. The Hunter Clams that had defended it had their arms hung over its neck, with their shells floating on the water. They were motionless; their shells sported numerous cracks while their bodies had turned into jelly, oozing out as goo.
Positioned before its face was a transparent film, made by combining all three of its psychic arms. Currently, it sported a 15-centimetre-wide hole, looking similar to a glass that had been shattered. Positioned right behind the hole was the Wave Controller Lava Turtle's head, its eyes blank, unfocused.