The mission to find underwater temple

Rabbit said "you should reach the underwater temple it's at the north direction, you have to face many obstacles to reach it, you'll going to find a beacon inside underwater temple, from the beacon you can ask any 1 wish, you can ask the beacon to change all the frozen creatures back to normal"

Zekrin nodded "good idea so far"

Few days of travelling later,

The group trudged through the dense underbrush, their faces caked with mud and sweat. After days of wandering, Jack groaned, slapping at mosquitoes that seemed to have evolved with a personal vendetta. His boots squelched with every step, each noise a mockery of his miserable state.

"This jungle hates us," Jack grumbled, kicking at a stubborn root that nearly tripped him. "I swear even the plants are mocking me."

"Plants don't mock, Jack," Rick said, brushing off a vine that had sneakily wrapped around his neck. "They just try to strangle you."

Ahead of them, Giratus's cactus-covered neck swayed like a rhythmic metronome as he scanned the horizon. "Swamp up ahead!" the giraffe announced in a voice as chipper as a tour guide trying to upsell a doomed adventure.

When they reached the swamp, everyone froze. Before them stretched a vast expanse of murky green water, bubbling ominously as though it had indigestion. Thick fog hung low, curling around the gnarled, leafless trees like ghostly fingers. The distant sound of splashes echoed, as though the swamp itself was alive and testing its waters with a very bad idea.

Brock sniffed the air and immediately regretted it. "Ugh. Smells like Wekin's socks and despair."

Jack wrinkled his nose. "It's a swamp, genius. What were you expecting? Lavender fields?"

Wekin groans "what did you say about my shocks!"

Paragon, perched on Rick's shoulder, shivered. His dragon-like tail curled tightly around his macaw body as he whispered, "I don't like this. I don't like this at all."

As if on cue, the water rippled. The bubbles grew more frantic, and from beneath the surface, bioluminescent eyes began to glow, dotting the swamp like eerie jack-o'-lanterns. The creatures rose, revealing shimmering teal and silver scales, coral-like spikes along their backs, and glowing blue teeth that looked sharp enough to turn trees into toothpicks.

"Hydragonis," whispered paragon,

"Hydra-what?" Jack squawked, backing up into a tree so fast he almost fell into a patch of thorny vines.

"Sea crocs with an attitude problem," Zekrin muttered, his blue-striped frame glowing faintly as his technical guns began whirring in preparation. "And we're in their living room."

There were hundreds of them. The swamp suddenly resembled a rave party gone horribly wrong, with glowing eyes and snapping jaws everywhere.

Giratus craned his neck and squinted. "Oh, they're kind of cute!"

One Hydragonis let out a guttural roar, sending a wave of muddy water splashing over Giratus. He shook himself off like a wet dog, his cactus spines clinking against each other. "Okay, less cute now."

Gold Horn, the majestic white deer with gleaming golden antlers, stepped forward gracefully, surveying the scene with a calm, almost bored expression. His glowing horns radiated warmth, casting a golden light over the swamp.

"Gold Horn," Kriti said, hope gleaming in her eyes, "you've got this, right?"

Gold Horn yawned, stretching his long neck like a cat waking from a nap. "Oh, this is beneath me. Literally. You all handle it." He stepped back, flicking his golden tail as if to say, Good luck, peasants, and began grazing on some nearby swamp grass.

"Great," muttered Brock. "The strongest guy here doesn't even care."

Giratus stomped his hoof, his cactus spikes rattling like loose change in a jar. "No worries! Let's do this! Cactus squad, attack!"

With a loud battle cry, Giratus launched himself into the swamp, spikes firing from his body like a cactus-themed fireworks display. "Take that, you scaly noodles!"

The spikes hit the nearest Hydragonis, but they merely bounced off its Coral Armor with a series of hollow plink sounds. One of the creatures swatted Giratus with its tail, sending him spinning like a top across the swamp.

"Okay, ow," Giratus muttered, his head wobbling like a bobblehead. "Spiky diplomacy is a work in progress."

Hipeon snorted, his neon glow intensifying. "Step aside, plant boy. Time for some real action!"

The hippo opened his massive mouth, unleashing a dazzling beam of neon light that sliced through the fog like a disco laser. It struck one Hydragonis dead-on, illuminating its shiny scales like a spotlight on a disco ball.

The creature blinked, mildly annoyed, before letting out a deafening roar and snapping its jaws at Hipeon. The hippo barely dodged.

"Why won't they go down?!" Hipeon huffed, stomping the ground and sending small ripples through the water.

Zekrin rolled his eyes. "Because they're water beasts, genius. Let me show you how it's done."

The blue zebra leaped onto a rock, his technical guns whirring to life. "Say hello to my little friends!" He unleashed a barrage of glowing bullets, each one ricocheting off the Hydragonis scales like pebbles bouncing off a tin roof.

One Hydragonis retaliated by whipping a water spike at Zekrin, knocking him into the swamp with a loud splash. He emerged moments later, drenched and sputtering.

"Okay, note to self: waterproof the guns," Zekrin grumbled, shaking off swamp water like a wet dog.

Meanwhile, Jack and Brock were valiantly—and hilariously—trying to fend off a smaller Hydragonis with sticks. Jack swung wildly, missing every time. Brock managed to jab one in the nose, only for the creature to sneeze and drench them both with swamp water.

"This is humiliating," Jack groaned, wiping mud from his face.

Kriti climbed onto a rock, waving a flaming torch she had hastily assembled. "Over here, you overgrown guppies!" she yelled.

The Hydragonis ignored her.

Paragon, still quivering on Rick's shoulder, piped up. "Um, maybe we should run?"

"No!" Wekin shouted, brandishing his spear like a warrior about to face his destiny. He charged at the nearest Hydragonis, which casually batted him aside with its tail. Wekin sailed through the air and landed in a bush with a loud oof.

The group regrouped on a small patch of dry land, surrounded by the advancing Hydragonis.

"Well, this is it," Jack said dramatically. "Death by swamp crocodiles. What a way to go."

Gold Horn finally sighed, stepping forward. "You're all pathetic."

"Excuse me?" Zekrin snapped, his ears flicking. "We're trying our best here!"

Gold Horn's golden horns began to glow brighter, the light intensifying until it was almost blinding. "Your best is embarrassing. Watch and learn."

The Hydragonis paused, their glowing eyes narrowing as they sensed the shift in energy. Gold Horn reared up on his hind legs, his majestic antlers radiating heat and light.

"I was saving this for something important," Gold Horn said, his voice tinged with exasperation, "but apparently, I have to save your sorry hides instead."

With a mighty roar that sounded more regal than angry, Gold Horn unleashed a beam of golden energy from his antlers. The light exploded outward, washing over the swamp in a wave of pure heat and brilliance.

The Hydragonis froze mid-attack, their scales cracking under the intense heat. One by one, they dissolved into harmless steam, leaving the swamp eerily quiet.

The group stared in stunned silence as the fog lifted, the swamp now clear of any threats.

Gold Horn flicked his ears smugly. "And that, my friends, is how you deal with pests."

Jack broke the silence with a slow clap. "Okay, that was pretty cool."

Gold Horn smirked. "Pretty cool? That was legendary."

Giratus wobbled over, still dizzy. "Gold Horn, you're my hero. Can I get your autograph?"

"Later," Gold Horn said with a dismissive wave, inspecting his glowing horns for scratches.

Hipeon, still glowing faintly, shook his head. "Show-off."

Zekrin trudged up, dripping swamp water. "Next time, can we just skip to the part where Gold Horn saves the day?"

Gold Horn chuckled. "Where's the fun in that?"

As the group prepared to move on, Kriti turned to Gold Horn. "Thanks for saving us."

Gold Horn gave her a regal nod. "Don't mention it. Really, don't. I have a reputation to maintain."

Paragon whispered to Rick, "I can easily defeat Gold Horn."

Rick patted the little creature's head. "Get in line, buddy."

Oh c'mon we can't even talk to scientist our walky talkies are broken

And with that, the group continued their journey,

The group had been trudging through the rugged terrain for hours. The sun blazed down on them, their faces covered in grime and sweat, and their spirits somewhere between "We can do this" and "Why are we even doing this?" Even Paragon, who usually say jokes around cheerfully, mimicking sounds, looked exhausted as it perched on Zekrin's back.

"Do you think the beacon is near?" Wekin panted, using his staff as a walking stick.

"If it's not, I'm taking up farming," Rick groaned.

"Focus," Kriti snapped, her eyes scanning the horizon. "We're close to something. Look at that volcano." She pointed to the towering peak in the distance, its summit smoking ominously.

"Great. A volcano. Exactly what we need," Brock muttered.

As they approached, the rocky ground beneath them crunched ominously, and a sudden growl echoed across the area. From behind a cluster of jagged rocks emerged a pack of flaming wolves, their eyes burning like coals and their fur crackling with embers.

"Oh, fantastic," Jack said, drawing his weapon. "Fire wolves. Because regular wolves just aren't spicy enough."

Before the group could even react, Gold Horn, the majestic golden unicorn and the powerhouse of the team, stepped forward with an air of utter confidence. "I'll handle this," it declared, pawing the ground.

Gold Horn charged at the wolves, its golden horn gleaming with a radiant light. With one swipe of its horn, it sent a fiery wolf flying into a boulder. The rest of the wolves snarled and leaped at Gold Horn, but the unicorn dodged and countered with effortless precision.

"Looks like Gold Horn has this under control," Brock said, relieved.

"Too bad we can't all just sit back and watch," Zekrin grumbled, his mechanical guns swiveling idly.

The group's brief moment of relaxation was shattered by a thunderous rumble behind them. The ground quaked as Terraphant emerged, its massive stone body gleaming with cracks of molten light. Its tusks glowed faintly, and its glowing emerald eyes fixed on the group like they'd just insulted its mother.

"That's…a big rock elephant," Wekin said, his voice squeaking slightly.

"It's Terraphant!" Paragon squawked, mimicking Jack's voice from an earlier conversation.

"Oh, now you decide to be useful!" Jack snapped at Paragon.

Before anyone could react, Terraphant let out a deafening roar and slammed its enormous foot into the ground. The resulting shockwave sent everyone sprawling.

"Scatter!" Kriti yelled, scrambling to her feet.

Hipeon charged forward, its neon glow intensifying as it fired a beam of blinding light at Terraphant's face. The creature barely flinched, swatting at the hippo like it was a pesky fly.

"Uh, guys? A little help here?" Hipeon called, narrowly avoiding a tusk.

Giratus charged next, its cactus spikes extending like a volley of spears. The spikes hit Terraphant's rocky hide with a series of sharp thunks, but the creature didn't even slow down. Instead, it swung its massive trunk, sending Giratus tumbling into a boulder.

"Ow," Giratus groaned, pulling a cactus spine out of its side. "That could've gone better."

Meanwhile, Zekrin darted around the battlefield, firing bursts of energy from its mounted guns. "Come on, big guy, over here!" it taunted, but Terraphant seemed unimpressed.

Paragon, true to form, flapped its wings frantically and squawked random phrases it had picked up from the group. "Run for your lives!" it yelled in Wekin's voice, which was not helping anyone's morale.

"Paragon, either fight or stay quiet!" Rick shouted, narrowly dodging a boulder Terraphant hurled with its trunk.

"I'm trying to inspire!" Paragon replied indignantly.

Terraphant roared again, this time charging directly at Jack, Brock, Wekin, and Kriti. The humans scattered in different directions, each narrowly avoiding being trampled.

"This is the worst!" Brock yelled as he dove behind a rock.

"You think?" Jack shot back, climbing onto a ledge to get a better view.

Terraphant slammed into the ledge, sending Jack tumbling into a heap next to Kriti.

"Nice landing," Kriti said, helping him up.

"Thanks, I've been practicing," Jack muttered.

The group regrouped briefly, trying to come up with a plan.

"We can't fight this thing head-on," Kriti said, panting.

"Ya think?" Rick snapped, pointing at Zekrin, who was now stuck upside-down in a pile of rubble.

"What we need," Wekin said, "is a distraction. Something to draw it away."

As if on cue, Paragon squawked, "Run for your lives!" again and flapped its way directly into Terraphant's face.

"Oh no," Jack said. "Paragon, no!"

But Paragon had already decided it was a hero. It mimicked Terraphant's roar, which only seemed to enrage the creature further. With a swipe of its trunk, Terraphant sent Paragon spiraling through the air.

"Catch me!" Paragon screeched as it plummeted toward Zekrin, who was still struggling to right itself.

"Oh, come on!" Zekrin yelled as Paragon landed on its back with a squawk.

The group had no choice but to run as Terraphant turned its full attention to them. The chase was on.

The ground shook with every step Terraphant took, its tusks carving deep grooves into the terrain. The group weaved through boulders and leapt over cracks in the ground, doing their best to stay ahead.

"Does anyone have a plan?" Brock yelled as they ran.

"Run faster!" Jack replied.

"That's not a plan!" Brock snapped.

"Do you have a better one?" Kriti shouted, dodging a falling rock.

Behind them, Hipeon and Giratus did their best to slow Terraphant down. Hipeon created glowing neon barriers that the creature smashed through with ease, while Giratus launched more cactus spikes to little effect.

"I think we're just annoying it!" Hipeon called.

"That's the idea!" Giratus replied.

Zekrin, now back on its feet, used its mechanical guns to fire a volley of energy blasts at Terraphant's legs. The creature stumbled briefly, giving the group a precious few seconds to put some distance between them

"I'm a genius!" Zekrin declared, only for Terraphant to recover and swipe at it with its trunk.

"Never mind!" Zekrin yelped, sprinting to catch up with the others.

The chase led them to the base of the volcano, where a narrow path wound its way upward. The group scrambled up the path, the heat from the volcano making every step feel like a marathon.

"We're going to die," Rick wheezed.

"Not today!" Kriti snapped, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward.

Terraphant followed relentlessly, its massive body barely fitting on the path. The ground shook with every step it took, sending rocks tumbling down the mountainside.

"Keep moving!" Jack yelled.

"We're out of mountain!" Brock shouted, pointing to the end of the path.

They reached a dead end, a sheer drop into the volcanic crater below. Terraphant loomed behind them, its glowing tusks ready to strike.

"This is it," Wekin said, clutching his staff. "We're done for."

Just then, a golden blur streaked past them. Gold Horn had finished dealing with the fire wolves and arrived just in time.

"Hold on," Gold Horn said, its horn glowing brilliantly. "I've got this."

With one swift motion, Gold Horn charged at Terraphant. The collision was like a thunderclap, the force sending shockwaves through the air. Gold Horn's horn struck Terraphant square in the chest, and the massive creature toppled backward, its glowing cracks dimming as it fell.

Terraphant crashed into the side of the volcano with a deafening roar, sliding down the slope and coming to a stop in a heap of rubble.

The group stared in stunned silence as Gold Horn turned to face them, looking completely unbothered.

"You're welcome," Gold Horn said, flicking its tail.

"That was…awesome," Brock said, his jaw hanging open.

"I'll never doubt you again," Zekrin said, bowing dramatically.

"Can we all agree that Gold Horn is the MVP?" Jack said.

"Agreed," everyone chorused.

Paragon squawked, "Gold Horn for president!" which made everyone burst into laughter.

"Alright, let's keep moving," Kriti said, smiling despite the exhaustion. "The beacon isn't going to find itself."

As they descended the volcano, the group couldn't help but feel a little more hopeful. After all, if they could survive a fire wolf pack and a rock elephant, what couldn't they handle?