Risebelle'es sciousness returo the present, and she found herself once again in the presence of Haras. The memories of the past had been vivid and tumultuous, leaving her with a lingering sense of fusion and vulnerability.

  "Haras…. I thought Haras was..." Risebelle began but drifted off mid-sentence. She she struggled to find the right words.

  Roselle, ed, gently asked, "Do you know who that woman is, Risebelle?"

  Risebelle nodded, her gaze focused on Haras. "Yes," she replied. "She’s Haras, one of our creators."

  Haras turned her attention to Risebelle with a smile crossing her face. Her high-pitched tone carried a sense of warmth and nostalgia.

  "That day, Risebelle," Haras began, "the Magical Academy found me, and I've been on the run ever since. I always tried to find my way back to the b, but circumstances kept pulling me in different dires all over the forest. I've had my share of injuries and close calls, but somehow, I mao survive."

  Her eyes twinkled with pride as she tinued, "I've watched you and your sisters from afar, and I must say, I'm proud of what Dr. Kintovar's creations have bee. You've all grown into remarkable beings."

  With a mischievous look in her eyes, Haras tinued. "You know, I always thought that if I ever found my way back to the b, I'd surprise you all with a 'me elevator joke' just to see the looks on your faces." She chuckled softly

  Haras gently pced a hand on Roselle's head, her smile warm and reassuring. She spoke with a pyful tone, showing her familiarity with the sisters.

  "You must be Roselle," Haras said, "And the one unscious over there is Runebelle." She wi Roselle, dispying her knowledge of the sisters' identities.

  Roselle's fusion slowly began to fade as she realized that Haras indeed khem well. She nodded and a small smile formed on her face."Yes, I'm Roselle. It's o finally meet you, Dr.Haras."

  Haras nodded with enthusiasm. "Absolutely, I want to get to know you all better. But first, we have to deal with that 'Miru' issue. It's not safe to leave it unresolved."

  Roselle and Risebelle exged curious gnces, both eager to see what Haras had in mind.

  Haras reached int and pulled out a small toolbox. With a grin, she said, "Well, let's get started, shall we?"

  She opehe toolbox, and it seemed like a never-ending source of gadgets and tools. Wrenches, screwdrivers, and even a tiny rubber chi emerged from the depths of the toolbox.

  Haras held up the rubber chi with gloves on and chuckled. "You never know when you'll need a rubber chi in a battle of the minds!" she excimed, her high-pitched ughter ringing through the air.

  The headmaster prepared to unleash her psychidrils, her anger reag a boiling point, she couldn't tain her pt for stists and their creations any longer. Her words dripped with malice as she s Haras.

  "Stists and their abominations," she hissed with hatred. "I thought we had finally rid ourselves of your kind, but it seems I missed one. No matter. You and your pitiful creations will meet the same fate as Kintovar soon enough."

  But before the headmaster could unch her attack, Haras, with a mischievous glint in her eye, held up the rubber chi she had pulled from her toolbox. With a pyful tone, she said, "Oh, e on now! Don't you want to py with the rubber chi first? It's a real mind-boggler!"

  The headmaster’s psychidrils closed in on Haras. Haras moved with a dancer's grace, twirling out of their reach with ease. She mao evade the tendrils with ease, her movements almost dance-like.In the midst of her acrobatics, Haras dramatically pulled out two small guns from her toolbox.

  "Behold, the ultimate creation of sd style!" Haras excimed, "It's time to bine forces and bee unstoppable! Presenting... Haras' Catalyst!"

  With a flourish, she brought the two small guns together, and in a burst of meical iy, they seamlessly merged into a sleek and sophisticated rifle, Haras' Catalyst.

  The transformatio Roselle and Risebelle wide-eyed, watg in awe as the small guns became a formidable-looking on in Haras' hands.

  Haras shouted, “Let’s light up the night, dies! Electroshock mode, engage!"

  Haras tookaim at the headmaster's psychidrils with a fident smirk. As she fired her on, powerful electrical bsts crackled through the air.

  Her shots found their marks, disrupting the psychidrils with dazzling dispys of electricity. Haras advanced and systematically elimihe tendrils sent at her. The headmaster's frustration grew with each disrupted attack, her growls eg through the area.

  Haras tinued her relentless advance, moving closer to Sybil and the lifeless body of Kintovar. As Haras closed in on the headmaster, the headmaster grinned with sinister fidence. She taunted, "You're right where I want you now, little stist."

  The headmaster's eyes widened with anticipation as she maniputed a dark hole on the ground, causing it to draw closer to her. Psychidrils shot out, snaking toward Haras, aiming to trap her in their vice-like grip.

  As the psychidrils closed in onto Haras, they found nothing to hold onto. Haras had vanished from her inal location, leaving behind nothing but a dummy, a mere decoy. The headmaster's fusion deepened as she realized she had been tricked.

  Before the headmaster could react to this sudden turn of events, Haras fired a powerful shot from her Catalyst and it struck the side of the dummy with immense force, propelling it like a missile toward the headmaster.

  The dummy collided with the headmaster with explosive force.

  As the dust and smoke cleared, the headmaster y sprawled on the sand, dazed and disoriented. Her clothing was torn, and blood trickled from several wounds. She struggled tain her posure, her psychidrils dissipating iermath of the explosion.

  Haras, with a triumphant smile, approached the fallen headmaster. She pointed her Catalyst at her adversary,

  "Looks like the tables have turned, doesn't it?" Haras taunted, her high-pitched energy evident in her words. "You should have knower than to uimate a stist!"

  "Kintovar!" Haras called out with relief and as she hurried towards her. Sybil, though unsure of who this newer was, shared a look of distress with Haras.

  "It's bad," Sybil said with sorrow. She theured toward Kintovar, her words heavy with the truth. "Kintovar... she's gone."

  Haras, though faced with the grim reality of Kintovar's apparent demise, refused to give in to despair.

  "There's still time," Haras decred with unwavering fidence. "With all we have been through, I do believe I have the tool I o fix this. Kintovar 't die. She is the hope for all the stists left in this world!"

  Haras quickly went to work, her demeanor shifting from pyful to deeply focused. She used her advaools and teology to assess Kintovar's dition thhly. After a few tense moments, she turo the others while raising her hands up to her chest and frowning.

  "Kintovar is still breathing, but her dition is critical," Haras announced. "Her mind has been severely damaged, and her life force is fading rapidly. But Kintovar already thought of this, didn't she?"

  Haras blushed and couldn't help but smile at the thought of Kintovar's fht. "Kintovar is truly amazing," she excimed, her high-pitched energy returning. "She had faith in me, even when she didn't know if I was still alive."

  She went on to expin, "She hid a schematic for an iion in the mountains, ohat only I could decipher. And now, I've found it. I won't let her down. With this iion, we revive Kintovar's mind and bring her back."

  Haras gathered everyone around and held up a device with a smile on her face. She began to speak with a high-pitch.

  "This," she announced, "is the Lip-Touch Miorer, a device I designed for emergency situations just like this o's our lifeliing Kintovar back from the brink."

  With a geouch, she demonstrated how the device worked, pg it against her own lips and activating it. The nanites swarmed from the pad aered her body seamlessly. She tio expin as the nanites worked their magic.

  "When pced on the lips of an unscious or mentally drained person," she said, "it establishes a secure lip-to-device tact. The na releases are specially desigo repair and rejuvenate neural pathways in the brain. They bring back sciousness, mental crity, and vitality."

  "But that's not all. These nanites also stimute the body's natural energy reserves, like a form of magical CPR. Kintovar's lifeforce will return, and she'll wake up."

  Roselle couldn't tain her excitement as she excimed, "Wow, that's so cool, Haras! It's amazing what you and Dr.Kintovar do!"

  Risebelle, always the reserved one, nodded in agreement but kept her eyes lowered.

  Haras spins around with her teology before presenting it once again, "Ladies alemen, aeemed creations, behold the miraculous Lip-Touch Miorer! When life gets you down and your mind is on vacation, don't fret. Dr.Haras has got your back!"

  Once she uttered the st words, Haras swiftly pressed her lips against Kintovar's, transferring the gel and initiating the process. Kintovar's mind remained shrouded in darkness, but as their lips touched, a faint glimmer of hope began to emerge.

  Within the depths of her unsciousness, Kintovar started to hear Haras's voice, faint and distant at first, like a whisper in the void. Slowly, the words became clearer, as if a fog was lifting.

  "Kintovar, you hear me?" Haras's called out within Kintovar's mind. "Hang in there, my brilliant friend. We have a lot of work to do!"

  Kintovar's mind remained a foggy abyss, but the e had beeablished. The process had begun, and the Lip-Touch Miorer's nanites were diligently w to repair aore her damaged mental state.

  Soon, Kintovar stirred like a faint echo sent through the darkness. She reached out with her thoughts, responding to Haras's presence.

  "Haras? Is that you?" Kintovar questioned. "I... I hear you. What's happening? Where am I?"

  Through the lip tact that ected them, Haras veyed her message to Kintovar's struggling sciousness.

  "Kintovar, don't let go of your memories," Haras urged."Fight against the darkness. Remember who you are and what you've aplished. You overe this."

  Kintovar's memories began to resurface. They appeared as fragmented pieces of a puzzle, slowly falling into pce. She recalled the b, the experiments, and the creations she had brought iehe memories were like a bea of light in the darkness, guiding her back to her true self.

  With each passing moment, Kintovar's mind grew stronger, and the headmaster's influence weakened.

  As Kintovar's memories tio resurface, she spoke within her own mind.

  "I remember now," Kintovar said. "Haras's disappearance, and the fact that she didn't return in three days. I wasn't sure if she was alive, but I left something in the mountains, a set of schematics for an iion I called the 'Lip-Gze Mioration Device.' It's a device that restore sciousness aal crity."

  Haras, who was still ected through their lip tact, heard Kintovar's words and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

  "Kintovar," she said through their mental e, "you always did e up with the most unventional names for your iions."

  Kintovar couldn't help but smile within her own mind, a sense of familiarity returning as she versed with Haras.

  Haras removed her lips from Kintovar and began to expin to the others, “Now, you just o be patient now. It might take an hour for Kintovar to--"

  Before Haras could finish her sentence, Kintovar's eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, surprising Haras, Sybil and the sisters. She blinked as she looked around, her gaze log onto each of their faces in turn.

  "I don't think I need an hour," Kintovar said with a smile. "Dr.Kintovar is back!”