Rule-Type Artifact - Bottled Anger

Linsley's Real Fantasy gift flared, and in that instant, the chaotic ocean froze. The whirlpools stopped swirling, suspended in mid-motion, as if time itself had been paused.

Ted and Lucy stood back, watching the display with a mix of awe and anticipation.

"I've fought stronger opponents than you," Linsley continued, his tone casual yet menacing. "So before you get any more ideas of grandeur, know this—you've already lost."

The Devouring Whale Overlord roared in anger, its massive mouth opening wide as it began to devour the flux that Linsley had used to control the surroundings.

The once-still ocean stirred once more, and the whale regained its control over the waters, the tides now obeying its will.

Linsley smirked, mockingly acknowledging the whale's display of power. "Impressive, but still not enough."

He glanced at Lucy and nodded. "Even if I disdain this huge whale, it's still a higher level than me. So let's use the Bottled Anger."