Anticipating an imminent offensive cascade from the looming Naganadel, the giant Stakataka panicked. It instinctively pulled its interlocking stone bricks tight, expanding its Rock Tomb sub-routine into a multi-layered, reinforced dome that completely blanketed its chassis from view.
"Demolish the barrier, Naganadel—Dragon Claw!"
The purple dragon-wasp raised its massive, iridescent talon-blades, slashing downward with extreme kinetic force. The high-density stone fortress walls, which could easily parry standard artillery fire, were cleanly ripped apart like cheap tissue paper before the cutting edge of the draconic strike.
The core framework of the Stakataka was exposed to the open canyon air. Under standard combat conditions, a subsequent systematic strike from Naganadel would permanently fracture its remaining structural bonds, grinding the sentinel down into a pile of static, lifeless mineral rubble.
"Stand down, Stakataka. My sensory arrays have verified that your cognitive unit understands my vocal frequency," Feng Che called out, his posture level and unthreatening as he raised a gloved palm.
"My station is unsealing a specialized medical restoration wave. Instruct your internal chambers to release the human children quartered within your vault."
"My house harbors zero hostile intent toward your lineage."
Without waiting for a response, Feng Che dropped smoothly from Naganadel's sleek dorsal plating. A split-second later, a brief telekinetic displacement ripple unraveled, and he materialized directly parallel to the giant stone tower.
A magnificent, blinding corona of emerald-green light violently erupted from Feng Che's chest. This was no common, unrefined stream of local energy; it was the absolute, supreme optimization of the Viridian Force.
The cascading currents of high-purity life-energy flooded the stone fortress's joints. Within milliseconds, the internal micro-tears fracturing Stakataka's neural pathways were completely synchronized and mended, its structural mass undergoing immediate, total restoration.
The monolith's core programming was fundamentally simple and pure; the exact millisecond its diagnostic sensors logged the total neutralization of its trauma, it deduced that the human before its plates was an absolute ally.
A central geometric seam across its brickwork parted smoothly, creating a modest viewing viewport. A moment later, two small, dirt-streaked heads cautiously poked out of the vault opening.
"Who are you...? My tracking files have zero record of your visual profile," the leading youth whispered, his eyes wide with intense suspicion. "Furthermore... why does your console command a density of the Viridian Force that so vastly eclipses our own?"
"I am a traveler navigating a transit vector from the baseline material plane. You may address me as Feng Che," the teenager answered, his voice dropping into a gentle, non-threatening cadence. "Identify your houses."
"My designation is Yuan Cheng."
"And I am Yuan Mei."
A rapid scan of their biological signatures confirmed the two children were identical twin siblings, their physical ages hovering around the early adolescent threshold.
"Where under heaven are the adult sentinels of your lineage? Why is your vanguard navigating a high-risk sector of this abyss completely unescorted?" Feng Che questioned, his brow furrowing slightly under his visor.
"Had my forces not executed a manual intercept to drive off that colony, the starvation metrics of those Alolan Raticates would have driven them to systematically gnaw your frames down to bare white bone within minutes."
He was thoroughly aware of the feral behavioral loops of the local vermin packs. When the swarm density reached a critical mass, the hyper-aggressive omnivores tolerated zero biological exceptions—even human infants were processed as common protein salvage.
"Our station was authorized to venture into the outer valley to harvest specialized botanical specimens," the young girl, Yuan Mei, explained softly.
She carefully shifted her stance, allowing Feng Che's visor to log the small, hand-woven wicker baskets strapped to their harnesses. The containers were packed with an assortment of wild berries, though the material quality was remarkably poor—the skins withered, bruised, and thoroughly lacking in fresh nutrient metrics.
"Is that magnificent Naganadel truly bound to your direct command? Its material torque is completely preposterous..." Yuan Cheng breathed, his eyes wide with absolute envy as he stared up at the hovering sky-wasp.
"I shall chart a coordinate line to escort your vanguard back to your main settlement. Order your Stakataka to withdraw back into its containment sphere," Feng Che instructed them.
Yuan Mei tilted her head, her expression blank. "What is the technical definition of a... 'containment sphere'?"
They lack even basic contemporary capture tech... Feng Che calculated. "A containment unit is precisely this device."
He extracted a sleek, specialized ultra-ball engineered across the high executive labs—a premium Beast Ball designed specifically to synchronize with the unique sub-atomic particles of Ultra Space entities.
"Hold the frame steady. Simply apply the primary surface plate of this sphere against Stakataka's armor, and its structural mass will be fluidly partitioned into the internal stasis chamber."
Feng Che passed the Beast Ball over to the girl. Yuan Mei held the sleek, geometric capsule with a look of pure wonderment before carefully executing the manual instructions, tapping the metal against the stone tower's leg plate.
Flash—SHUCK!
The mountain-sized fortress tower dissolved instantaneously into a clean stream of crimson light, siphoning smoothly through the capture node of the Beast Ball.
"Wow...! This is an absolute dimensional miracle!"
Yuan Mei collapsed directly onto her backside on the turf, her hands trembling as she stared at the empty space where the towering monolith had stood just a millisecond ago. The capture ball dropped onto the grass, wobbling three times in perfect equilibrium before a sharp star-burst strobe locked the button, confirming total structural submission.
"Should your station require the immediate deployment of Stakataka to enforce a line, simply toss the sphere onto any solid coordinate plate, and its frame will rematerialize. Conversely, pointing the primary sensor axis at your partner will trigger the automated recall matrix."
To firmly anchor the mechanical logic within their minds, Feng Che executed a rapid demonstration—deploying the giant fortress back onto the field before smoothly siphoning it back into the compact sphere.
He then pressed the button, shrinking the capsule down to the precise scale of a ping-pong ball before placing it into Yuan Mei's palm.
"Your sentinel is safely locked within this unit. Now, configure our flight vector toward your elders; my house requires an immediate consultation with your command tier."
Without giving them a window to deploy psychological resistance, Feng Che unchained a brief flash of his telekinetic authority, executing a short-range Teleport that cleanly warped his frame and the two children straight onto Naganadel's wide cranial plate.
"Incredible! I am literally sitting on the absolute crown of an active Naganadel! Am I experiencing a severe neural simulation loop right now? Sister Mei, apply a high-torque pinch to my shoulder matrix immediately!" Yuan Cheng shrieked, his cognitive loops completely unraveled by the speed of the transition.
Yuan Mei offered zero hesitation, executing a brutal, uncompromised pinch against his forearm that instantly broke his composure.
"Ow, ow, ow! The pain receptors are firing perfectly! This is absolute, uncompromised reality!" the boy yelped, tears welling in his eyes as he massaged his arm.
"Now that the parameters are verified, Yuan Mei, Yuan Cheng... chart the course toward the Yuan Clan's sanctuary blocks," Feng Che commanded with a cool smile.
The Hidden Redoubt
The hidden sanctuary of the stranded Yuan House was intricately nestled within the blind pocket of a deep, jagged mountain valley. The geological architecture of the gorge was so profoundly dense that standard aerial tracking nodes deployed by wild Ultra Beasts would routinely drop the signal, failing to intercept the settlement.
At the outer perimeter line of the stone village, a young, weathered woman stood anchored to a high wooden observation platform, her eyes scanned the distant sky.
A dry, hacking cough periodically racked her chest, her expression heavily clouded with maternal anxiety.
"Although the ancient Stakataka escorted their stride... why are my internal biometrics throwing such a sharp, persistent trace of psychological dread?" the mother murmured, her palm clenching tightly over her linen tunic.
Suddenly, her optical sensors locked onto a colossal, purple draconic silhouette tearing through the high sky-veils.
"Red Alert! An alpha-tier Ultra Beast has breached our perimeter airspace!" she screamed, her voice echoing across the valley.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
An emergency iron bell unraveled the village stillness. Within seconds, a defensive vanguard composed of several independent Kartana rose into the high air to intercept the vector.
The grass-steel anomalies resembled miniature, bipedal humanoid origami structures constructed from an intricate sheet of ancient parchment—one side shaded a pristine white while the parallel face strobed a sharp, lacquer-red. Their primary mass was predominantly ivory.
Their facial architecture was entirely folded within their upper chest plating, dead-center of which sat a gleaming, four-pointed golden star-crest, entirely stripped of standard biological sensory features. Two broad, tapered antennae crested their crowns like traditional horn plates.
The entity's primary upper limbs were composed of paper-thin, single-layer katana blades that hummed with extreme cutting frequency, anchored to its shoulders via a pair of golden, sheath-like shoulder guards. Every single millimeter of their flattened biological frame was sharper than a diamond edge; historical texts confirmed their blades could cleanly bisection reinforced concrete blocks and industrial steel plates with a single casual drift.
"This introduces an exceptional tactical disaster... the primary Hunting Vanguard has yet to return from the deep desert blocks; our remaining security layer consists entirely of common Gym-tier partners!" a young warrior named Yuan Nan growled, his knuckles white as he watched the sky.
"That Naganadel commands an absolute, uncompromised Elite-tier pressure profile! Even if the primary hunting teams materialize on the grid right now, our combined stable lacks the material torque to break its focus!"
"Should we authorize an emergency override to forcefully awaken the Grand Patriarch from his life-support hibernation loop?!"
Yuan Nan's strategic calculations were in absolute chaos. He had zero data on how to parry an asset of this caliber.
The airborne Kartana accelerated, unchaining a synchronized barrage of Sacred Sword energy arcs aimed straight at Naganadel's prow.
Dozens of blinding, gold-tinted kinetic blades slammed relentlessly against the wasp's chest plates. Yet, the exact millisecond the cutting edges made terminal contact with the dragon's chitinous hide, an immense shower of static sparks erupted across the sky, leaving the armor plates entirely unblemished.
Naganadel didn't register a single white scratch across its frame.
Instead, the dragon-wasp unleashed a earth-shaking, majestic Roar that carried a dense concussive frequency. The sheer acoustic torque hit the incoming origami sentinels like a physical hammer, sending the Kartana plunging out of the sky like broken, winded kites to crash softly onto the village grass.
"Uncle Yuan Nan! Abort your offensive loops! Stand down your banners—it's us!"
Rhod's frantic, high-pitched voices cleanly echoed down from the high sky.
"How under heaven are Yuan Cheng and Yuan Mei mounted directly onto the crown of an active Naganadel Sovereign?!"
"Track the secondary coordinate! There is a third biological signature anchored behind the children—a human shape!"
"His garments and high-tier equipment profiles fail to match any known local design... Could his house truly have breached the dimensional threshold from the Outside World?!"
The entire village population erupted into a state of profound, unprecedented psychological shock, their long-standing isolation unraveled within a single second.
Naganadel dropped out of the upper clouds with absolute majesty, the immense displacement gale from its wings generating a rolling dust cloud as its heavy talons locked onto the village square.
As the dust settled, Feng Che adjusted his traveling cloak, his arms securely holding the two children as his boots stepped firmly onto the ancestral soil of the lost Yuan Clan.