Reeling the large fish up carefully, Logan tugged the webbing along with Regal. The lines shimmered with tension as they drew in the struggling beast—a powerful sailfish, nearly thrashing itself free. Regal worked quickly, mending sections of the web that snapped under the creature's strength.
"That's high enough, Regal. Let me work my magic."
Logan cut his finger with practiced ease, letting a few drops of blood fall. He extended his will, initiating the familiar mental clash—his mind pressing down on the beast's instincts, asserting dominance.
The fish flailed harder, its body pulsing with resistance, but it wasn't strong enough. Logan could tell it was below level 30—just enough to give him a mild headache, but far from a real challenge.
"Ten seconds... just give me—three, two, one. Alright, Regal, let it go. We've done our part."
