The great tower of magic, that which once belonged to the late brother of Khrona Tensei before the rise of the Veritas from the Lost World, would suddenly begin to pulsate with immense magical power, as if sensing something coming. This was the latent power that was left within it in order to establish it, as well as what had been used to move it in recent days to a less volatile location by the Veritas, herself. This powerful surge of magic was a warning, and it would expend all of its strength to sound such mystical alarms into the aether of this world. Hopefully, something would pick up on it and come to its aid.

The radiating waves of magic in the air swept over the skies of the Shaded Jade, uncovering the head of a fearsome creature with great, bulging eyes and long, untamed, yet fluid facial hair; a mustache, eyebrows and beard that streamed like a river from the face of the creature. Only its head was revealed by the pulsating waves, as well as part of its long body. The full length of the creature could not be seen, as its body seemed to blend in naturally with the very atmosphere around it. The closer it made its way to the magical beacon, the more of it was revealed. It was a great and mighty Chinese Dragon; Gong Gong, who sought to ensnare this land and claim it as its own.

~At the next moment, Ty would also be able to see where every single head of Orochi was located at the time through his Third Eye, and at those marks, he would swing his arm to dice each of the spots where Orochi's heads connected to the main body with the ethereal energy of the blade projected into each of those locations, since the energy that he was able to omit from the 'King Blade' was able to reach anywhere within his established Presence. This would appear to be him slashing wildly at Orochi whilst his Commanding head was moving, but this was actually to hack at the other 7 the very moment they revealed themselves in the Veritas' reality. Not only would a connected slash sever their ties to the Veritas and isolate their realities as only individual heads, but also this would also sever their connection to their tails.~

The image of the 'Prayer Beads' surrounding the Greenhouse area would 'Project' itself around Tao's neck, thus binding Tiamat at the same time with the power of the presence of this land and the Master of the Presence, itself.

Through the synchronization of each of the Shinsangels and the Shinsanities, the subduing Prayer Beads that were once only on Tao and Tia's necks would be projected also around the necks of the severed dragon heads of Orochi, preventing them from being able to grow back, as well as establishing a set dominant influence belonging to the Tensei that would prevent Orochi's regeneration without first overpowering the binding forces of the sentient beings fighting against his presence within the Veritas. Though he was assimilated with the Veritas, the realm was fighting back against him, and therefore gave him a power struggle in addition to Ty's Presence as a while that were the individual wills and consciousness of the 7 Shinsangels that protected the Veritas. Thus, in order to overcome the Veritas, or even have any sort of control over any part of the Veritas, as well as the ability to regenerate any of the lost heads, Orochi would have to overcome all 7 of the Shinsangels.

~Each tail was slung at a high speed toward the respective targets, which were the 7 headless nubs of Orochi and where the dragon spawn were probably still wriggling about. Each spiritual hurricane was cast down upon the Veritas like a paintbrush upon paper, where the true artwork could be colored in fine detail by each tail working in tandem to create a greater story, now, and not working against each other individually. Through harmonizing with Orochi, the tactics of how each head and tail worked in harmony would be applied immediately to the 7 Shinsangels, as well. From there, through that connection, Tiamat would be able to paint each of the heads of the Veritas upon the headless nubs from where the Prayer Beads connected and assume complete control of the hijacked body, as well as each of its tails.~

"Okay, so, we're not calling it 'Magic,' this time," would a passing transmission in the air speak once entering the energetic wavelength being omitted from the 'Tower of Magick,' striking the air hard and bursting into the lightning-headed figure intercepting whatever wave passed through his spiky, electrical hair, "So, what happens is that, we're gonna call that stuff by its proper name, 'Manna,' and I will explain to you how ALL of it works on EACH of its LEVELS." With every word emphasized by his very speech, a wave of energy in the air being released from the beacon would condense itself into a concentrated wave, as if shooting a signal, and the entire tower of radiant Manna (not Magic) would begin firing rapid lightning bolts at the hopefully completely disturbed dragon flying directly into them and their firing radius at the time. "But we can still CALL it 'Magic," he followed, affixing his mage-like scientist's cloak over him and popping up the color shadily, making his head, which was already aglow and streaming like a filament, look like a lightning-shaped lightbulb. "It is very important to how everyone would be able to communicate. Since a lot of people would still definitely be calling it magic, and I certainly don't expect that it will stop anytime soon." He made sure to note that in order for translation purposes to be fully understood. He seemed to be muttering important notes about what moves had to be made next. He was only interrupted by the sight of the lightning being shot from the tower. It seemed that the stray waves of energy that Tsao was picking up on were those of the tower, which sounded to him like actual verbal text, something like narration in his head.

"... Wait. Shit, wait, is something going on here?" Tsao saw that lightning was shooting from the tower, yet he wasn't aware that it was happening at the time because of his thoughts and feelings, nor that his translated thoughts and feelings were from the tower's energy at the time, and the vibrations were simply being slowed down to legible thought at the time for him to pick up on, something like a satellite. It was just reacting according to his own energy automatically, of which he wouldn't have immediately assumed that it would, having never been to this location before. "Ohooooo shit! That's amazing, son~!" Once he was aware that he had control over the Vibrations in the area, he was able to take control over their power, since they were charged and set to his. Thus, each ion in his radius of influence would flow toward the target of his emotion in accordance to how and what he felt about them at the time, as a radio wave, brain wave or and sort of wave would. "KILL THAT DAMN DRAGON." What looked like a streaming plasmatic light scorched in Tsao's eye once he actually concentrated all of his attention on his target, and all of the energy in the area, being infused with his consciousness, and therefore also his attention, would target the creature, hurling bolt after bolt of clustered energy evenly distributed by however much was in each collective space at each time. This created space in between each bolt, but also a vacuum of equal speed that should have suspended the dragon in place as each bolt of lightning drew in their energy at light speed to strike him down from every possible angle at once.

"FOOL!" were the first words out of the dragon's mouth as he felt that bolt of lightning coming from a mile away, having already felt and matched the frequencies of those statically charged in the air. With just a bat of his eye, Gong Gong disappeared as swiftly as he was spotted, masking his presence after it had been severed from the Veritas upon his entry. "You Dare Try To Strike Us With Magic AGAIN!?" It wasn't until each of the lightning bolts crashed into each other and the thunderous roar of the vacuum bellowed throughout the entire area that the billowing clouds rushed, rolling over as though the flowing of just his tail over the land. "Have You Not Learned?!" In but one moment, Gong Gong had taken the city's skies up in the mist of his tail, a vapor of which was the same as the very clouds in the atmosphere. "WE Still Rule The True Sky!!" What was the sound of coherent vocation was, to the ear of those beyond, nothing but roars and booms, as if of nothing but thunder and lightning. However, with each flash of residual electrical charges within the pillow of cloud were what looked to be eyes darting about like lightning. "Not Your Tiny Planetary Facsimiles!!" The first place Gong Gong sought to strike was the one who attempted to dare strike a dragon first. As the boy had stepped out of his place before the Dragon Clan would he be swiftly put back into it at the eye of Gong Gong glaring down upon he and his foolish magic tower. "XIANGLIU!!!" A bolt of lightning just as severe as the cumulative bolts shot out of the slit in the dragon eye hidden in the clouds, branching off into a nine-headed strand of lightning with all such intent to strike down the building that produced power and the child drawing from it... in nine different manners if need be, in case the first strike didn't get them both. Each string of lightning seemed to be like that of a dragon's head and of a serpentine neck.

"... Dammit. I missed it!" His initial excitement and overexertion of his own emotion caused him to loose all of his energy upon the dragon all at once, leaving himself open for the dragon to appear afterward after avoiding the first cataclysmic strike. "And didn't I just say it's NOT MAGIC?! Son of a--" Tsao flipped open his Golden Grimoire, speeding through its pages, trying to find some technique appropriate for using. There were many, plus he could make some up as he saw fit from having the Book in his possession. It wasn't until the flashes of lightning occurred again that Tsao would hear the cry of a familiar name. "Hold up, did this dragon just summon a henchman on me?!" Being well versed in lore, Tsao was well aware of what 'Xiangliu' was, even if it did not seem the same as spoken of in legend. These were mystical creatures of numerous shape and form, so he needed to be careful. With Tsao's consciousness well connected to the entire area, he was able to sense not only Gong Gong, but also the Xiangliu as well as their waves and could feel the electrical current charging inside of the dragon's eye before it left his pupil. Thus, when the nine bolts shot down, from the top of the tower, nine others would be already meeting with the heads of the dragon-like lightning bolts, charged to their ions and attracted to their currents (in case the heads tried to move out of the way), dispelling them in a burst of electricity upon contact.

"Awesome, that's gonna take care of the little henchman... And for the big one..." Tsao had really only been using his powers experimentally for a long time, as he liked to do very long studies and extremely vigorous research on the abilities he possessed, especially the ancient tongue, but the time for experimentation came to a close when it came down to actually testing his work. Thus, recalling whatever he could about the ancient tongue, he would begin to speak toward Gong Gong, "Entro Monzora!!"

At his command, each of the highly charged particles in the air still at his command would spread from the collision between the two nine-branched lightning bolts and out over the resulting area, neutralizing the polarity of Gong Gong's presence and allowing Tsao's consciousness to snatch the very tail end of Gong Gong's oh so fluffy tail, which happened to conveniently coat the entire city. "Damn, what else do we got here...? Hold on, throw something else at me, I think I'm on to something here..." Tsao continued flipping through his pages, his eyes growing wide, a dogged smirk on his face, and the book crackling with electricity in his hand as it drew from the power of his very highly active mind. Lightning could be seen flashing in his own eyes, a storm brewing in the back of his head as he looked over Gong Gong's work. "... You Got Real Pretty Eyes... Friend." He chuckled softly, keeping a close eye on the book.

Gong Gong was astounded to see the perceptiveness in the eye of what seemed to be a young pup, which seemed to have more in mind that claiming the dragon's head for fame or glory. Instead, there was intent of learning in there, and that was a respect of the dragon's power that he not only understood, but could tell when others did, as well. Therefore, his entire perception of the young one changed, and something about him brought curiosity to the Chinese Dragon. "... You Are No Boy..." he said, watching as the spread of his energy neutralized Gong Gong's own, and even went so far as to trace him on the edge of his own tail, which was a secret feat that not many were able to even accomplish after first being within a dragon's presence. "... You Are Here To Learn Something, Are You?" Somehow, this intrigued Gong Gong into treating this one with more caution, knowing good and well that one who does not respect elders, be they of mind, body or spirit, are the ones to be swiftly disciplined by them. If this youth was both elder in mind and in spirit, then his flesh was nothing but a testament... And something that made him think the young Tsao as an apprentice, merely for sentimental purposes.

With the trail of Tsao's electrical energy lingering closely behind on Gong Gong's cloudy tail, the dragon closed his eyes and allowed his presence to disappear, detaching himself from his tail yet again so that he may not be further traced by the electrical current flowing through to the end of his now detached tail, letting it fade away into nothingness. "Show Me," a voice bellowed beside a streak of lightning streaming straight past Tsao's eye and ear and striking the ground, "It Has Been Far Too Long For Me." As the rest of the voice continued to speak, the long body of the great dragon once again spiraled out of the very spot the bolt hit the ground, wrapping around the tower numerous times as his scaled down, visible form stretched across the expanse lucidly. With a head that scraped the clouds, and facial hair that wafted up into the sky as a silky vapor, the horns of the dragon as well as the strands upon his brow and face would crackle with turbulent force, spreading more dark clouds and charging with lightning. The tail end of the lightning bolt cracked at the tail of Tsao as it continuously flowed into the cloudy tail of Gong Gong, charged with just as much static electricity as the rest of the hair on his body.