Boiling Cauldron

The water churned like a boiling cauldron, waves rising and crashing. In the center of it, the silhouette of the Bake-kujira began to emerge. Massive, skeletal, and ominous, its form loomed like a dark god. The air around the lake was thick with the stench of decay and an unnatural pressure made it difficult to breathe.

The fishermen that had been sent to scout were trying to get away and dying—until Kazi cast a long-range Ultra Magic Barrier around them. He did not have to be close, his eyes found them, he reached out with fist and squeezed to protect them properly. "Alley-oop!"

He jerked his arm back and sent them flying back. In a matter of seconds, every single fisherman on a boat was saved and hurled back to shore in balls of blue light.

Kazi's left eye deepened with energy. The sea or the mist, he could see through it like glass. He stood on what seemed like glass too. He was a whole kilometer away too.