Just as.
The long creature suddenly lunged at Ian with incredible speed, carrying a strong wind pressure that made the heart race.
"Simple tricks."
Ian remained fearless, flapping his wings vigorously and ascending with the wind, dodging the first wave of the creature's attack. He observed the opponent's movements and discovered that while it was agile, it required a certain inertia to change direction in the air. Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly dove down with all his might and charged at the creature.
"Boom!" The collision between the two created a massive air wave, and Ian felt a strong impact, but he was unharmed, whereas the creature was sent rolling away, letting out an angry hiss. Still, it was quite stubborn, quickly adjusting its posture and launching another attack at Ian.
"Can't everyone just communicate harmoniously?" Ian attempted to soul-search this Fantastic Beast, only to find that its existence seemed to lack any language system.
As if it didn't need any interspecies communication—such an odd situation made Ian's imagination run wild, as such a species clearly couldn't be naturally born.
After all.
The theory of evolution applies to Fantastic Beasts as well, and as long as there is species reproduction, there should logically be a language developing for communication between individuals within the species.
Not just humans.
Nearly all animals, even insects, have their own "language system," differing only in how developed and mature these systems are.
The long creature's thoughts lacked a language system.
Even Ian's mental communication received no response.
It can be seen.
The creature's intelligence level should not be high—it is likely not a naturally evolved creature but something created through Biological Alchemy by some higher being.
"Titan."
Ian thought of what Zeus mentioned earlier, the immortal Titan had expelled a peer who made the Raven prophecy, perhaps that expelled Titan returned to the Titan's homeland?
A very reasonable hypothesis.
As for whether this hypothesis can be verified, it would have to wait until Ian finds the Titan's homeland. For now, he needs to teach a lesson to the "atmospheric creature" in front of him that does not understand basic human interaction.
With this in mind.
Ian stopped being defensive and took the initiative to attack.
He used his agile flying techniques to circle around the creature, looking for an opening. Whenever the creature tried to get close, he would quickly dodge and counterattack at the right moment.
This was clearly just a show.
Ian didn't really want to kill such a magical animal; after all, he is Newt's favorite student, a Fantastic Beasts expert, and naturally has an innate affection for them.
Although the creature attacked first, it could also be considered that Ian had intruded into its territory; he still respected the survival instincts and habits of Fantastic Beasts.
Of course.
This doesn't prevent Ian from using this fight to satisfy his curiosity and investigate what makes this atmospheric-like Fantastic Beast special.
Because of this.
Ian adopted a hit-and-run tactic, not using full force in his attacks—the battle was just a game to him, with his body drawing elegant arcs in the air.
As if dancing with the storm.
Every attack he launched was absolutely precise, carrying immense power, forcing the creature to retreat constantly. Despite the creature's struggles and attempts to retaliate, Ian's speed and power completely suppressed it.
The creature let out a low roar, sound tearing through the storm, as if shaking the heavens and earth. Its body twisted sharply, disrupting the surrounding airflow to form a circular wind wall, pushing Ian back several meters. Then, golden lines appeared on its spine like ancient runes, flickering in the air.
"Hmm? This thing... seems like Sky Splitter's move?"
Ian squinted his eyes.
Utterly astonished.
In the next second, the creature opened its mouth, spewing a blazing white pillar of lightning towards Ian! The thunderbolt as thick as a tree trunk tore through the clouds, leaving a scorching scent in the air.
"Well-timed! Magic?" Ian shouted, spreading his wings wide, charging into the lightning. He didn't evade but directly collided into the pillar of light!
"Boom!!"
The thunder exploded, lighting up the entire sky, but as the light dissipated, Ian still hovered steadily midair, his black feathers showing not a trace of scorch.
The absolute Magic Immunity was as valuable as ever.
"Is that it?"
Ian's lips curled.
The bird face revealed a sneer of disdain.
Vivid and expressive.
"Roar~~"
The creature was clearly shocked by this scene for a moment.
But it quickly regained composure, a hint of battle intention flashing in its eyes. Its body suddenly elongated, like a giant dragon, swirling in the air, its speed increasing sharply, transforming into a shadow charging at Ian! Ian didn't dodge, instead confronting it head-on. The two collided fiercely midair, producing a deafening crash.
"Crack crack~"
The creature's fangs clashed with Ian's claws, though one was big and one was small, sparks flew, a strong shockwave erupting in the air tearing apart the surrounding clouds.
"Pretty strong, as good as a Pure-blooded Giant Dragon." Ian shook his body, easily escaping the creature's tangle, then suddenly flapped his wings, whipping up a fierce gale that struck hard on the creature's side!
"Bang!"
The creature was knocked back by the heavy blow.
But it quickly stabilized itself, its eyes becoming more severe. Its tail suddenly glowed with blue-violet light, sweeping horizontally like a whip toward Ian.
With a sound of breaking through the air aimed directly at Ian.
"Alright, I'm done playing, I'm much more curious about your creator now." Ian deftly dodged the creature's further attack and kicked its side with his small black foot.
Though small.
It exploded with a great power.
That strike hit its target without any suspense, the creature's body slashing vertically down from the air, crashing heavily into the storm clouds below, stirring giant waves.
The storm continued unabated.
The creature's limited intellect finally seemed to recognize the tough opponent it faced, and upon hiding in the storm, it took the chance to flee, yet Ian chose not to chase it and continued his journey.
He didn't waste any time.
After the creature ran off.
He immediately spread his wings and charged toward the thick storm barrier ahead.
The wind continued to howl.
Finally, with a fierce charge, Ian burst out of the storm's boundary. In an instant, all clamor was left behind, replaced by warm sunlight cascading on his wings. He looked up at the cerulean sky, a delightful sensation surging through him, inexpressibly buoyant.
The storm was far behind, and Ian found a peaceful island.
Who'd have thought?
The core of the storm was truly an isolated world shielded by the center of the storm. With unbelievably peaceful clear skies and sunlight gently scattering.
On the island.
Golden speckles danced among the verdant treetops. The air filled with the fresh scents of grass and seawater, a few colorful birds hovered around him singing.
As if welcoming Ian like emissaries.
Ian slowly landed in the center of the cloud-floating island, his feathers trembling, preparing to revert to human form. However, just as he folded his wings.
Then.
A stone sphere hurtled through the sky towards his head! Ian instinctively scattered, the stone sphere landed beside him, rolling a few times in the grass before stopping.
"..."
Ian looked towards where the stone ball was thrown.
Immediately.
A young yet slightly frustrated voice emerged from behind the trees.
"Huh? Why didn't it work? Wasn't this supposed to catch the Fantastic Beast?"
Only to see a child around ten years old run out from the forest, full of confusion and displeasure. The child wore a quirky linen robe, holding a few similar stone spheres.
Like some ancient capturing tools.
"Do you really think you're playing Pokemon?"
Ian transformed back into human shape.
He was baffled.
The child was also baffled.