This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

The moment Bea’s true body appeared within the fractured mental zone of the green head, the feedback hit like a thunderclap.

Kain gasped aloud, staggering as a surge of mental pressure cascaded through their link—not pain, not confusion, but pure strength. Almost as if a spiritual fish that had become accustomed to living on land, was finally returned to the water, and remembered what it had been missing out on that whole time.

Indeed, Bea, who was originally a Brain Eating Amoeba, was at her strongest and most comfortable in the mind of her prey. She had just grown so accustomed to using only her splits, and since she no longer needed to eat the brain itself and could just feed on the memories extracted by her splits, she’d really forgotten how great it was.

And now, beyond her expectations, she suddenly appeared in the mind of another creature unprepared with a complex mixture of emotions: confusion, comfort, fear.

She shouldn’t have been able to reach this far. But somehow, through the incremental scars she had layered into the fusion, the “Empty Throne Effect” had forged a corridor. It was a short-lived, threadbare opening—but enough to let her enter.

Inside the green head, Bea propelled herself forward, allowing an almost magnetic attraction that existed in the space to pull her forward. But despite the mind being her domain, she still moved like a cautious predator in foreign territory. This wasn’t the cold, risk-free expansion she was used to. This was an intrusion in hostile territory.

A dangerous intrusion.

For the first time in a long while, Bea felt something that resembled… fear. Her true body, exposed and alone, was inside a creature whose mental realm was a maelstrom of wills, instincts, and spiritual binding. The fusion wasn’t one mind—it was four. And she could feel all of them pressing down from above, like walls threatening to collapse.

The dragon’s mind was like a shifting, fractured space of echoing thoughts and conflicting instincts. Multiple consciousnesses layered—each one screaming for control. The green dragon’s natural personality, the other fused minds, and Soren’s residual influence fought like wolves in a shrinking cage.

But they weren’t fighting anymore.

Because not long after the moment Bea arrived, they all noticed her.

The interlocked mental fabric stuttered.

Foreign.

Intruder.

Threat.

In the outside world, the fused dragon’s green head snapped back sharply—like someone had yanked it by the throat. Its wings flared unevenly. The other heads snarled in response, but didn’t attack it—yet.

Kain saw it too.

“It’s working,” he whispered. “She’s destabilizing the head.”

Meanwhile, inside the green dragon’s mind…

Bea pressed forward.

There was something here.

Something hidden in the folds of this dragon’s mind. Knowledge. Secrets wrapped deep in protective layers. As Soren’s initial contract, this wind dragon probably possessed more of Soren and the royal family’s secrets in its mind than the others.

She filed away some of the info she found. Kain would want them later.

But something else stood out.

A seam or crack she sensed in the creature’s mind. It was at a junction point that allowed it to seamlessly bind its mind with the others. This was also where the faint consciousnesses coming from the other dragons originated from.

However, Bea could tell that the formation of this junction was rushed, unstable, possibly due to the reclamation of the wind dragon when its connection to Soren was affected by Bea.

She began to penetrate this seam.

Outside, the fusion creature paused mid-attack.

The green head jerked sideways with a sudden, disjointed motion. The other heads responded instantly.

The amethyst and blue heads turned toward it, snarling—not in aggression, but in alarm. The golden head’s neck coiled with tension. Then, all three simultaneously yanked on the base of the green head, that clearly had something wrong with it, with their jaws It was like a gardener trying to uproot a stubborn weed.

Not to kill the head. Naturally, they wouldn’t want to risk killing an ally.

But to isolate.

The crowd gasped as the fused dragon’s body twisted. The green head was literally being yanked apart from the others in a grotesque show, revealing squirming flesh and blood.

Inside the head, Bea steadied herself within the suddenly trembling space. But she noticed that the seam she was hoping to exploit, and could tell would lead to the mental spaces of the other 3 heads, was now beginning to close!

Her Pale Thought Field expanded silently.

Using her newfound knowledge of dead splits, she began to frantically produce more splits in the consciousness around her. They formed, died, and reformed.

The open seam in the junction slowed down its shrinking under the influence of the mental energy released but he dying splits, but it still wasn’t remaining open, and Bea could intuitively sense the danger of entering that gap if her exit were to close while she was inside.

Outside, Kain’s eyes snapped open.

“Bea?” he whispered. And then his eyes widened even further at the information he received from her.

Suddenly, the green head lashed sideways—while the other 3 continued to either bite at the junction of their fusion at the neck base, or lean the body back and away from the green head to try and dislodge it that way.

“Protect that head!” Kain shouted.

After a brief pause in confusion at the order to protect an enemy, his contracts followed the order without question.

Aegis moved instantly, putting himself between the central body and the disjointed neck. Vauleth swooped down to provide a wall of flame between the heads, hissing molten arcs to keep them back. Queen cast another healing wave—resealing much of the damage the other side did while trying to separate that one head.

Some of the Vespid guards responded too—darting in low and fast. They circled the green head defensively, mimicking drills Kain had run them through during downtime. Their stingers flicked in warning and they would physically block against anything that drew too close. Even flying straight into the open mouths of the other heads to jab their stingers into the soft flesh within their mouths—of course, at the expense of their own lives.

The ejection of the green head was reversing, and with it a change in Bea occurred.

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