Mystimona raised his arms to the sky, a profound transformation overtook him. He called out the names of the four elements with resonance, just as he had done before:

"Earth, Wind, Fire, Water!"

The ground trembled, the air quivered, flames danced, and water surged. The four elements converged and manifested as colossal, interwoven streams of energy that spiraled around him beautifully. Each stream was a vibrant representation of its element:

Earth: A mighty rock and soil vortex.

Wind: A swirling tornado of razor-sharp winds.

Fire: A scorching, spiraling inferno.

Water: A surging, colossal tsunami.

The four elemental streams merged into a single, awe-inspiring cyclone of raw elemental power, spinning faster and faster until it became a mesmerizing, radiant sphere of chaotic energy.

"ELEMENTAL FUSION!"

Mystimona unleashed the Elemental Fusion towards Risebelle, the sphere of power streaking through the air, leaving trails of vibrant elemental energy in its wake. It engulfed Risebelle in a mesmerizing display of destruction.

Risebelle had been secretly amassing her power, channeling the combined might of water and acid into a colossal sphere above her. With a dramatic shout, she unleashed her hidden attack upon Mystimona.

"CASCADE OF DESTRUCTION!"

The sphere streaked toward Mystimona, and upon impact, it exploded into a torrent of acidic water that ravaged the area with its might. The unexpected attack left Mystimona startled.

"Where did that come from?!" Mystimona exclaimed, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught of acid and water.

The sphere struck with cataclysmic force. It transformed into a cascading torrent of acid and water that engulfed Mystimona. The power of the attack was overwhelming, ravaging everything it touched and leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.

Risebelle explained, "While we were underwater, I was gathering energy in the sky. I bet you didn't notice that."

“W-WHAT?!”

Before Mystimona could fully understand, both the Elemental Fusion and Risebelle's Cascade of Destruction exploded in a colossal display of power that left the battlefield and left the area shrouded in smoke and debris. The clash of these immense forces created a dazzling spectacle and strong winds went through the area. It remained to be seen who would emerge victorious from the aftermath.

Kintovar, as calm and composed as ever, remained unfazed by the howling winds, her attention solely on the battle unfolding before her.

Haras, on the other hand, clung tightly to Kintovar, a hint of fear in her eyes as she desperately held onto her. She pleaded, "Kintovar, don't let go of me. We have to stay together!"

Sybil struggled against the strong gust. Her body swayed, but she tried to maintain her position.

Once the smoke cleared and the battlefield was revealed, Risebelle lay on the ground, her form battered and defeated. In contrast, Mystimona remained standing, albeit likely affected by the power of Risebelle's final attack.

Kintovar muttered in disbelief, "No way... I can't believe it."

[System Message]

LifeForce: 3%

Risebelle's lifeforce was dangerously low, a mere 3% remaining after the devastating battle.

In the depths of her consciousness, Risebelle heard a resolute voice.

"Get up," it urged, a whispered but powerful command. "You've can’t give up now. Your sisters, Kintovar, and Haras are counting on you. You carry their hopes and dreams with you. Get up, Risebelle, and show them the strength that lies within!"

Risebelle summoned the last reserves of her strength to rise herself back to her feet.

"Impressive," Mystimona said with his arms folded and a smile on his face. "You made it back to your feet."

However, as he spoke, he suddenly fell to one knee, his strength falling more than he had anticipated. The strain of their intense battle had taken a toll on him.

Kintovar's smile returned as she observed the outcome of the battle. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in Risebelle's performance. "It seems you've managed to weaken him more than he wanted to show," she noted. "You've done an excellent job, Risebelle, as always."

With a nod of approval, Kintovar continued, "We may be in a better position to handle Mystimona now. Your strength and abilities to push past the limits of your system have been invaluable to us. A mighty fine job if I must say so myself."

Risebelle, with a lowered gaze and a blush on her cheeks, responded modestly, “Let's not celebrate prematurely. I'm still at 3% lifeforce, and the battle isn't over yet. One of you, get ready to take over."

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Sybil prepared to join the battle, Kintovar readied her Bg-356, Haras got ready with her two small guns; however, before they could engage, Mystimona raised one hand, signaling for them to stop.

"No need," Mystimona declared. “The battle is over."

His words hung in the air, and the tension that had filled the battlefield began to ease as his commanding presence asserted itself.

The headmaster's anger flared, and she couldn't contain her frustration. She stomped her foot against the ground.

"Over?! What do you mean, the battle is over? They're not dead! Stop messing around you big oaf!" she exclaimed, her tone seething with frustration. "Mystimona, you were supposed to brutally kill them—Kintovar, Haras, Kintovar's creations, all our enemies! And now you're talking about it being over? You can still crush them! You’ve had your fun already, now end their pathetic lives!"

Mystimona grinned confidently as he responded, "They defeated me, fair and square."

Risebelle, however, remained cautious, pointing out, "But you're not knocked unconscious, and it doesn't seem like you're out of magical power."

Mystimona chuckled, reminding them of his earlier promise, "True, but I did say I wouldn't raise my power any more than I already have.”

Mystimona turned his gaze from the headmaster to Risebelle with a smile while looking up.

”You brought me down to one knee, a feat that not many at the academy would have been able to achieve. Ever since my birth, I was considered talented, able to wield more elements than most people could dream of. They called me the gifted child."

He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he recalled his past. "But then I ended up on this island, controlled by this headmaster. I tried to rebel, but I was locked away, yet here I am, forced into battle once again."

Mystimona's gaze turned introspective, as if he was recalling memories long buried. "It took this battle for me to remember something important. I was supposed to escape that magical academy, and what better way than to be defeated by all of you and join your side."

The headmaster, still fuming in the background, didn't seem pleased with this revelation, but Mystimona's decision had been made.

“And so, I declare that have lost this fight, and—“

Before Mystimona could finish, he heard a dark familiar sounding voice which froze his words in his throat. He turned in shock to see the doors of the magical academy shattered into pieces. Right after that was when a figure emerged.

Arlysa, her presence radiating malevolence, stood there, her dark aura swirling around her like a sinister tempest. Her eyes glinted with malice as she fixed her gaze upon Mystimona.

"You will do no such thing," Arlysa hissed. "You dare betray me, Mystimona? After all I've given you, all the power I've bestowed upon you?"

Arlysa's dark aura pulsed and intensified, swirling around Mystimona as she continued to speak.

"It was I who whispered in the headmaster's ear, guiding her thoughts toward freeing you, Mystimona," Arlysa hissed, her words laced with an eerie allure. "I am the reason you still draw breath, the reason your power remains intact. You owe your very existence to me."

Her eyes bore into his, her malevolent influence seeking to ensnare his thoughts and bend his will to her command. "Now, Mystimona, prove your loyalty," she demanded. "Eliminate these interlopers, these pests who dare to stand against us.

Mystimona struggled against the dark aura and Arlysa's influence.

"Arlysa, I remember you as the woman who brought me food, who showed me kindness," he said with a frown taking on his face. "Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to control me?"

Arlysa's malicious grin widened. She continued to use her energy to press down on Mystimona. "Kindness is a weapon, Mystimona," she whispered."I do what I must to achieve my goals, and right now, my goal is to see you eliminate these obstacles in our path."

Arlysa's exhaustion was evident, her strength fading as she attempted to exert control over Mystimona. Kintovar, keenly observant, recognized this opportunity. With a subtle nod toward Haras, she signaled her partner to take action. Haras swiftly complied, slipping away with stealth.

As Arlysa gasped for breath, her dark power surged in a final, desperate attempt to maintain control. She shouted with all her remaining strength, "Obey me!"

Arlysa struggled to maintain control. Haras acted swiftly and decisively upon seeing this. She fired rainbow-colored bullets at Arlysa in silencer mode, catching the dark sorceress by surprise. The bullets struck Arlysa, causing her to gasp in pain and clutch her chest. Blood seeped from her wounds as she staggered, her dark aura dissipating.

In her final moments, Arlysa reached out a trembling hand toward the headmaster with a weak and desperate cry. "Headmas..." she began to utter, but her strength failed her.

The headmaster, shocked and unable to react, could only gaze upon the fallen sorceress with disbelief .She whispered “Arlysa” in a tone filled with sadness. The dark influence that had manipulated Mystimona and threatened their existence had come to a sudden and unexpected end.

Meanwhile, Aliana, Elena, and Gaiza found themselves trapped within the confines of Arlysa's extreme magic, surrounded by an oppressive darkness that seemed unending. Despite their valiant efforts, the enchantment had ensnared them, making them believe they were still engaged in a battle against the sorceress.

Amidst the darkness, Aliana's shouted. "Watch out, everyone," she warned. "Arlysa may launch her next attack at any moment. Stay on guard, and let's be prepared to counter it."

Elena and Gaiza nodded in agreement.

Gaiza, concerned about the dire situation they found themselves in, turned to Aliana and asked a pressing question. "Princess Aliana, do you have enough strength left to use your Sword God form? This extreme magic is proving to be a formidable challenge."

Aliana, though resolute, wore the signs of her previous battles with Arlysa. She gently shook her head in response. "I'm still injured from our previous encounters," she admitted. "Using the Sword God form in this condition would likely cause my body to breakdown.I don’t think I even have enough magical energy left to perform it. We need to find another way to break free from Arlysa's magic."

To their immense surprise, the oppressive grip of Arlysa's extreme magic suddenly dissipated, leaving Aliana, Elena, and Gaiza in a state of bewilderment. The darkness that had surrounded them and Arlysa’s power seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving behind a profound sense of relief.

Aliana exchanged a puzzled glance with her companions. "Did Arlysa release her magic voluntarily?" she wondered aloud, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.

Meanwhile, Kintovar stood before the mana extractor. It was finally time.

"This is the end, Headmaster," Kintovar declared firmly. "Your hold over Mystimona and the academy stops now."

The headmaster's eyes widened with terror as she realized the impending doom. “Please, don't do this!" the headmaster cried. "If you destroy the mana extractor, I'll die!"

Kintovar's gaze remained resolute as she uttered the words that sealed the headmaster's fate. "That’s precisely the point. “

And with that, she pulled the trigger, unleashing a powerful blast from her Bg-356 that struck the mana extractor, causing it to explode in a dazzling display of light and energy.

The mana extractor was decimated from the attack. Its once-mighty structure was reduced to a pile of shattered and scorched remnants. Kintovar stood resolute, having carried out her decisive act to end the headmaster's control over Mystimona and the academy.

However, to everyone's bewilderment, the headmaster, who had been weeping moments ago, suddenly burst into laughter. Her mirth was manic, echoing eerily across the beach as if she had completely lost her sanity.

Kintovar and the others exchanged uneasy glances, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in the headmaster's demeanor.