"Kintovar, you need to understand that tapping into my Zenith form is not something to be taken lightly. It's a power that's intense and consumes a lot of magical energy. The last time I used it was when I fought against the headmaster many years ago,” Mystimona said with a solemn look.

Kintovar nodded. She had seen glimpses of Mystimona's immense power during the battle with Roselle and Risebelle, but his Zenith form should be on another level entirely.

"I remember seeing glimpses of your immense power during the battle with Roselle and Risebelle. But your Zenith form... I know it’s on another level entirely."

Mystimona looked away for a moment. "During that fight, I chose not to use this power. I made up my own rules for battling you after hearing everyone's reasons for fighting. Even though we were enemies, I hated that Headmaster who tried to control me more than anyone else."

A small, knowing smile played on Kintovar's lips. She laughed lightly, "Ah, but is not a battle, Mystimona. And we are not enemies anymore. We're working together now."

Kintovar's e face turned serious. She locked eyes onto Mystimona. "I don't want to leave anything to chance. I need to know what everyone can do. We’re venturing into unknown territory. Knowing the full extent of your abilities is crucial."

Mystimona sighed, then nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll show you…”

Mystimona took a deep breath, giving a light growl as he began to tap into the immense power hidden within him.

His body began to undergo a transformation, and the changes were nothing short of astonishing. Mystimona's once-masculine body shifted, becoming more feminine with each passing moment. His features softened, his jawline becoming delicate, and his hair, which had been long and purple, now cascaded down like a waterfall of amethyst strands. His eyes shimmered with an otherworldly intensity, their vibrant purple hue piercing the very fabric of reality.

With a scream that echoed through the forest, Mystimona's voice transformed as well, now bearing a distinctly feminine quality. The sheer power emanating from his form caused the ground to tremble beneath them. It was as if the very earth recognized the might of his Zenith form.

A radiant, glowing purple aura enveloped Mystimona, intensifying in brilliance with each passing second. It radiated an overwhelming magical energy that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the physical world.

Mystimona spoke, now completely feminine, but carrying an even greater sense of authority. "This is my Zenith form, Kintovar, but as you can see, it's not something to be used lightly."

Kintovar stood in awe. The forest seemed shake at every second, and the air surged with power. A continuous static flowed around Mystimona’s body. She could hardly believe the incredible changes that had taken place in him.

"It's truly remarkable, Mystimona," Kintovar said, "Your power is beyond anything I could have imagined. This is exactly what we need to get off this island and achieve our goals in the city!"

Kintovar regained her composure before continuing, "Now, we need to determine the extent of your power and how much magical energy you can generate in this form. We'll conduct some tests to gather the data we need. Are you ready, Mystimona?"

Mystimona nodded with confidence.

Kintovar retrieved a sleek, silver device from her satchel, its surface etched with intricate runes that glowed faintly with a soft blue light. She approached Mystimona and carefully attached the device to Mystimona's chest.

"This device is designed to measure and analyze the magical energy you generate," Kintovar explained, “It will also attempt to replicate the headmaster's psychic powers using the data I gathered. But be prepared, Mystimona. This might strain you more than usual."

“Let’s do this."Mystimona replied.

Kintovar stepped back, giving Mystimona space. The device activated. It pulsed in rhythm with Mystimona's heartbeat. A low hum filled the clearing briefly.

Mystimona closed her eyes, focusing inward towards her power. The transformation intensified and the aura grew brighter and denser. The ground beneath her shook, and the air filled up with raw energy. The device on her chest glowed brighter, feeding off the surge of power.

Kintovar closely monitored the device's readings. The data streamed in rapidly, displaying complex graphs and metrics on a small holographic screen. Kintovar's eyes darted across the information, analyzing every fluctuation and spike in Mystimona's energy.

The device emitted a high-pitched beep. Mystimona felt a jolt of energy course through her. A wave of mental force resonated her own abilities giving her access to psychic powers.

The strain was immediate and intense. Mystimona's body tensed, and her breathing became labored, but she gritted her teeth, pushing through the discomfort to draw out her psychic potential.

Kintovar observed with some concern. "Hold on, Mystimona," she urged, "We're almost there. Just a bit longer."

The device on Mystimona's chest continued to hum and glow, feeding off the surge of power. Kintovar felt herself being lifted off the ground, momentarily floating in the air as the physical energy intensified. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, a testament to the sheer magnitude of Mystimona's Zenith form.

Mystimona's breathing became more labored. She could feel her strength starting to fail, but she toughed it out.

Finally, the device emitted a series of rapid beeps which signaled Data completion.

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"That's it, Mystimona," Kintovar said with relief. "You did it. You can relax now."

Mystimona's body slowly reverted to its masculine form, the once-augmented power fading away.

Kintovar watched this transformation with while raising one hand under her chin. Once Mystimona had fully transformed back she spoke with only a slight excitement, "Mystimona, your Zenith form is incredible, but the time constraint is a challenge. We can't rely solely on the psychic power to carry everyone for such a short duration. That's okay though. I have another potential solution."

Kintovar explained. "The energy from the mystical forest is vast and powerful. We can harness that energy to keep you in your Zenith form for longer periods. With the combined power of your affinities and the mystical energy, we can achieve the flight we need to leave this island."

Mystimona nodded in agreement, "It won't be easy, but if it means escaping this place, then I am with you.”

Kintovar smiled. "That's the spirit, Mystimona. We'll make this work. But first, let's head back to the lab and gather everyone. We have a lot to prepare for, and time is of the essence."

Together, Kintovar and Mystimona made their way back through the mystical forest. On the way back, Kintovar and Mystimona spotted Elena in the distance, silently observing their conversation and transformation. Instead of confronting her, they decided to leave. They continued on their way back to the lab, leaving Elena to her thoughts in the mystical forest.

Kintovar entered the lab and found Haras diligently working on a project. Curiosity piqued, she approached to see what Haras was up to. There on the workbench were intricate designs and components laid out carefully.

"What are you working on, Haras?" Kintovar asked.

Haras looked up and smiled warmly at Kintovar. "I'm working on a special reward for Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle," she explained. "After all their hard work in getting us out of the danger zone, I thought they deserved something special to show our appreciation."

Kintovar nodded in agreement. She understood the importance of acknowledging the efforts of her creations. "That's a wonderful idea, Haras. What kind of reward are you creating for them?"

Haras picked up a small, shimmering device and showed it to Kintovar. It appeared to be a crystal-like pendant with intricate engravings. "I'm making these enchanted pendants," she explained. "Each one is attuned to the individual preferences and personalities of Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle. They can wear these pendants, and it will enhance their connection with you and with each other. It's a symbol of our bond and gratitude."

"That's a lovely gift, Haras. I'm sure they'll cherish them."

Haras nodded and continued her work, putting her heart and soul into creating these special pendants for their creations.

Kintovar watched Haras work for a moment, her question lingering in her mind, but she decided not to disturb her at this moment. With a nod, she turned to Mystimona and spoke, "Mystimona, you're free to do as you please until I come back. Explore the lab or take a break, it's up to you."

Mystimona nodded in acknowledgment, and Kintovar made her way up to the fourth floor of the lab, where her room was located.

Becky and Sybil couldn't contain their curiosity as they approached Mystimona.

"Hey, Mystimona," Becky began, her eyes filled with excitement. "That Zenith form of yours was incredible. How did you acquire such power?"

Sybil nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mystimona, tell us. We've never seen anything like that before, except from the headmaster. How did you do it?"

Mystimona chuckled, flattered by their interest. "Well, it's not something I use often," he admitted. "I can tap into it when I need an immense burst of power. But it's a double-edged sword. It consumes a lot of energy and has a time limit before I revert to my normal form."

He paused for a moment, a hint of seriousness in his eyes. "And as for how I acquired it... it's a long story involving my time at the Magical Academy and a desperate situation. But let's just say it was a last resort."

Becky and Sybil exchanged glances, intrigued by the mystery surrounding Mystimona's Zenith form.

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In the quiet of the evening, as the group prepared for dinner, Gaiza's thoughts drifted back to a distant memory from her childhood at the Magical Academy.Young Gaiza was shivering in the intimidating corridors of the Magical Academy, feeling dwarfed by the older students who moved around her. The timid, wide eyes of Gaiza darted nervously from person to person until someone walked up to her.

"Why are you shivering?" Young Elena sounded as smooth as silk, and she had a face of confidence that immediately caught Gaiza's attention.

Young Gaiza blinked up at the taller girl, almost speechless. "I-I..."

Elena didn't wait for a complete answer. She gently took Gaiza's hand and said, "Come on, we can't be late for class." She guided Gaiza through the maze of hallways. Once they reached their destination, Elena finally introduced herself. "I'm Elena, by the way. Elena Aragon. What's your name?"

Gaiza hesitated for a moment, then managed to stammer, "I'm... Gaiza."

Elena gave a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Gaiza. Stick with me, and you won't have any problems in this place."

And from that day forward, Gaiza and Elena's friendship began to blossom, though it would be marked by the changes that would come.

One day, in the chambers of the Headmaster's office, The Headmaster look at her with a calculating eye.

"Elena Aragon," she said, “You have proven yourself to be exceptional. You have shown unwavering loyalty to the Academy, and your magical abilities are beyond question. You have earned the right to be my right hand."

Elena bowed respectfully, "I am honored, Headmaster."

Gaiza, who had accompanied Elena to this fateful meeting, watched with awe.

The Headmaster continued, "From this day forward, you will assist me in matters of utmost importance. Your loyalty will be to the Academy above all else. Is that clear?"

Elena nodded. "Crystal clear, Headmaster."

A few days after Elena was appointed as the Headmaster's right hand, tensions began to subtly shift between her and Gaiza. The once inseparable friends found themselves spending less time together. Their interactions were strained and distant.

One afternoon, Gaiza couldn't contain her frustration any longer. She sought out Elena in a quiet hallway, but as soon as Gaiza got there, she was put in a state of shock by Elena’s words.

"Elena, what do you mean we're not friends anymore?"

Elena turned to face Gaiza, "Gaiza," she replied calmly, "things have changed."

Gaiza's hands trembled. She gripping Elena's shoulders. "But why? You promised we'd stick together."

Elena met Gaiza's gaze evenly with not even a hint of a change from a neutral look. "The Academy needs me, Gaiza. I have responsibilities now, duties that come before personal friendships."

Tears welled up in Gaiza's eyes. "What?! W—D--- Does this mean nothing to you? Our friendship meant nothing to you at all?"

Elena sighed. “My loyalty lies with the Academy. I can't let personal feelings interfere."

Gaiza's grip on Elena loosened. Her hands falling to her sides. She stepped back, heartbroken and lost for words.

Gaiza remained deep in thought throughout dinner, her mind dwelling on the memories of the past and the friend she had lost to ambition and power. Aliana noticed Gaiza's distant demeanor throughout dinner. She gently touched Gaiza's arm, breaking her thoughts. "Gaiza, your food is going to get cold," she said softly though gave a small chuckle. "Though, with pastries, they taste good either way."

Gaiza blinked, realizing she had been staring into nothingness. She looked down at her untouched food. The pastries still warm and inviting; however, her appetite had vanished along with her peace of mind.

"I can't leave things like this," Gaiza murmured to herself. Without another word, she pushed her chair back abruptly and stood up, causing a few heads to turn in surprise.

"Gaiza,” Aliana shouted, but her cry was too late.

The door to the lab swung shut behind Gaiza. She disappeared into the mystical forest. Aliana exchanged worried glances with the others at the table.