My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

The dust of pulverized obsidian drifted downward in slow, ghostly spirals, swallowed by the abyssal currents as Vetra and Lyrielle swept through the outer archway. Behind them stretched a trail of ruined Vanguard armor and shattered runic steel, the wreckage already half-buried in the shifting black silt. The water itself seemed to recoil from their passage, thick with the coppery taste of blood and the sharp mineral bite of broken coral.

They entered the Coral Fortress—the vast, inner militarized district that guarded the final path to the Abyssal Court.

Unlike the ancient outer gates of dead stone, this fortress had been grown rather than built. Giant living blood-coral rose in towering, organic walls, each surface pulsing with a deep, rhythmic crimson light that matched the distant heartbeat of the trench. The architecture was an absolute death trap: narrow basalt causeways suspended over fathomless jet-black trenches, their edges slick with bioluminescent slime. Tiered battlements ringed the chasm on every side, packed with hundreds of heavy aquatic marksmen whose armor plates gleamed wetly in the red glow.

[ZONE: THE CORAL FORTRESS — INNER DEFENSE LINE]

[WARNING: AUTOMATED HYDRO-BALLISTAE LOADED WITH RUNIC FLECHETTES]

”SEAL THE TRENCH!” A booming voice rolled down from the high fortress balconies, thick with command and the first edge of panic. ”DO NOT LET THE BLACK BEAST ADVANCE TO GENERAL NERISSA!”

Heavy iron portcullises slammed down along the narrow causeway with the force of falling mountains, trapping the trio on a stone bridge barely twenty feet wide. High above, three dozen hydro-ballistae pivoted toward them on massive coral pivots. Their iron bolts glowed with volatile blue water-mana, the kind of ordinance designed to punch clean through dragon hide and keep going.

Vetra cracked her neck, slit pupils narrowing as she tracked the marksmen lining the walls. A low, amused growl vibrated in her throat. ”They really don’t know when to give up, do they?”

”They’re stalling,” Vince answered. His deep Man-Beast voice rolled through the water like distant thunder, stirring red coral dust around his clawed feet. Something darker moved behind the red glow of his eyes—hunger, yes, but also a cold, personal certainty. ”They know we’re here for their General.”

Before the ballistae could fire, Lyrielle floated half an inch above the stone, her emerald wind-bubble humming with a rising, high-frequency pitch that set the surrounding water trembling. A confident, dangerous smirk curved her lips. For a heartbeat the pressure of the deep seemed to lean away from her, as though the ocean itself recognized a rival.

”Leave the artillery to me,” she said softly. ”You two just break the doors.”

She raised both hands. Dark eyes flashed brilliant green. The wind-bubble surrounding her frame expanded outward by three feet and began to spin at speeds no natural current could match.

”Aero-Displacement: Vacuum Cascade!”

Instead of pushing the ocean away, Lyrielle’s wind-mana violently *consumed* the water around the fortress balconies. In the crushing dark of the abyss, removing water pressure did not create empty space—it created catastrophe.

KWAA-THUMMM!

Localized air-cavitation pockets detonated along the high coral walls in rapid, overlapping blasts. The sudden collapse from 1,100 bar of pressure to absolute vacuum made the living blood-coral scream as it imploded. Entire battlements folded inward like crushed shells. Hydro-ballistae crumpled into twisted scrap. Dozens of heavy marksmen were ripped from their posts and catapulted into the black trench below before they could even release their triggers. The water filled with the muffled, distant impacts of bodies striking unseen ledges far below.

”Nice flex, long ears!” Vetra roared, laughing darkly even as crimson silt washed across her scaled cheeks.

Using the distraction, she launched herself forward like an amphibious missile. She landed hard on the nearest causeway guard-post, her heavy reptilian tail sweeping out in a brutal, horizontal arc. The kinetic impact shattered three armored commanders in a single motion, sending their bodies skipping across the flooded stone like broken dolls. She fought with pure primal leverage—ripping iron shields from soldiers’ grips and using them as bludgeons, crushing skulls and breastplates with wet, final cracks. Every movement carried the raw joy of a predator finally unleashed after too long in chains.

Meanwhile Vince moved with terrifying linear purpose.

He did not bother with the tight causeways or the mechanisms that raised the portcullises. He simply charged down the center of the main bridge, obsidian scales turning aside spear-thrusts and water-blades as though they were nothing more than rain. The water itself seemed to part around the sheer density of his presence.

A heavy shock-trooper captain—a hulking six-armed crab-humanoid in thick trench-iron plate—leaped down from a balcony, four warhammers already descending toward Vince’s head.

”HALT, MONSTER!” the captain roared telepathically, the words laced with desperate authority.

Vince did not slow.

As the hammers fell he shot both clawed hands upward and caught two of the massive iron heads in his bare palms. The underwater kinetic shockwave cracked the stone bridge beneath their feet, sending spiderweb fractures racing outward. Vince’s arms did not buckle even a fraction of an inch.

The captain’s many eyes widened in pure horror. ”WHAT—”

Vince flexed. His Man-Beast frame expanded with explosive power. With a brutal yank he ripped the warhammers free, drove his clawed shoulder straight into the captain’s chest plate, and kept moving forward without breaking stride.

CRUNCH.

The iron plate caved inward like wet paper. Vince lifted the multi-ton captain clear off the bridge with one arm and slammed him through the iron portcullis blocking the inner archway. The bars snapped under the combined weight and impact, exploding outward in a shower of scrap. Vince stepped through the wreckage, spiked tail sweeping the debris aside as casually as a man brushing leaves from a path.

Behind him the entire militarized district of the Coral Fortress lay in ruin. Vetra stood atop a heap of fallen Vanguard captains, swinging crimson blood from her talons so the current could carry it away. Lyrielle floated calmly beside her, wind-shield still pristine, though a faint sheen of exertion glistened across her brow.

For a moment the three of them simply stood in the sudden quiet, the only sounds the distant settling of broken coral and the slow pulse of the fortress itself. Something unspoken passed between them—an acknowledgment that they had crossed another threshold, and that whatever waited ahead would not be so easily broken.

Ahead, the claustrophobic coral corridors opened into a staggering, impossible space.

A colossal underwater amphitheater stretched for miles, its floor a perfect circle of polished black stone. Giant spheres of blue hydro-light drifted high above like captive stars, casting shifting azure shadows across tiered seating carved from the same living blood-coral. At the far end, elevated upon a throne fashioned from the skull of an ancient sea dragon, sat the legendary figure who ruled these depths.

The water grew impossibly heavy.

Vince stopped at the edge of the arena. His glowing red eyes locked onto the figure rising from the throne. The pressure of the deep pressed against his scales, against his lungs, against the very core of the Man-Beast rage that had carried him this far. Somewhere behind that pressure he felt the weight of every life already taken to reach this place—and the certain knowledge that the true price was only now about to be paid.