Roselle’s jumped onto Kintovar, surprising her creator with the sudden embrace. Kintovar chuckled warmly, hugging Roselle back.

  “I thought you were gone food,” Roselle excimed.

  Kintovar ruffled Roselle’s hair affeately and gave her a reassuring smile. “hink that, Roselle. I might have a few tricks up my sleeve. In fact, I’m practically invincible!” She said with a ugh.

  “I’m sorry if I made you worry, Risebelle,” Kintovar apologized sincerely.

  Risebelle averted her gaze.“I wasn’t worried about you in the least bit,” she muttered.

  Kintovar couldn’t help but chuckle. She reached out and affeately patted Risebelle on the head, causio blush slightly. Risebelle surprised herself by embrag Kintovar in a tight hug.

  Kintovar held Risebelle close, a warm and tented smile on her face. “I’m gd you’re all safe,” she whispered softly.

  Kintovar’s joy over reuniting with her creations was short-lived. She reached up to the side of her ears and noticed something: her beloved headphones were missing. Panic swept over her. She frantically felt her body in search of the headphones she always wore.

  “Where are my headphones?!” Kintovar excimed with worry and frustration.

  Sybil who had been the situation spoke up. “I’m sorry, doctor,” she sighed heavily before tinuing. “The headphones... they exploded. It happened when the headmaster attacked us earlier.”

  “No way! I ’t believe this!” Kintovar shouted with her eyes wide with disbelief and anger. She fell to her knees with one hand raised to the air. The loss of her headphones was a signifit blow to.

  Kintot up with her face turning a deep shade of red while turning towards the headmaster with a furious growl.

  “Do you have any idea how long it took me to fiuhe sound quality on those? The hours of delicate s, the perfect bance of bass and treble...Do you know how hard it is to make headphohat don’t press too hard on your ears? And the wireless range! I could listen to my symphonies from anywhere in the b!! ”

  Kintovar turo another dire expining to an invisible figure. “I even personalized them with little gears and cogs,” Kintovar went on. “They were a masterpiece, a blend of fun and fashion, and now... now they’re just a memory.”

  She dramatically pointed one fiowards the headmaster with her eyes narrowing. “You don’t just destroy a person’s pink headphones a away with it. Oh, no. You’ve crossed the line, and I’m going to make sure yoy pay for this!”

  The headmaster’s rea shifted from shock to a silent aowledgment of Kintovar’s revival. She seemed to be just processing the fact of who stood before her.

  “Kintovar…is alive…huh…” The Headmaster said silently.

  She slowly lowered her staff and sank to her knees, her eyes cast downward. The sudden ge in her demeanor made the others present believe that she was surrendering, and a tense siletled over the se.

  “What....what is it going to take to kill you food..I don’t...”

  However, Kintovar was not satisfied with this dispy. With swift movement, she retrieved her BG-356, which she had been forced to drop earlier and aimed it directly at the headmaster.

  Kintovar’s was cold once she spoke, “Oh no you old hag. Yoing to face the music. What you’ve done is more deserving of death, so I want to hear you beg for mercy, and perhaps I’ll use you as one of my test subjects.”

  The headmaster begins to ugh. Her ugh was so loud that it echoed eerily through the forest.

  “What’s so funny?” Kintovar asked, her BG-356 still trained on the headmaster, her resolve unshaken.

  The headmaster’s yellow aura, which had onihe se began to dissipate. This left l the sandy clearing devoid of its oppressive presence. She spoke in measured tones.

  “Kintovar, you see, magic is known in five forms here: weak, regur, greater, advanced, areme,” the headmaster expined, her gaze fixed on Kintovar. “But there exists a level beyoreme magic, a realm that no mage on this isnd has ever truly reached.”

  She paused for a moment, as if refleg on the depths of her own power. “Arlysa, the mage you faced earlier, she came close to that level, but she has yet to fully achieve it. You see, Kintovar, I am a practitioner of that form—the ohat transds extreme magic.”

  The headmaster began to gather an abnormal and overwhelming amount of magic. Her aura expao the size of a skyscraper. A collective gasp went through those present in the area. The amount of energy being unleashed was both awe-inspiring and terrifying all at once.

  Kintrip on her BG-356 tightened, her eyes locked onto the headmaster with .

  Risebelle, Roselle, and Sybil exged worried gnces.

  The headmaster’s ughter echoed once more, but it was different this time, tinged with a hint of madness. She slowly rose to her feet, her staff in hand, and her eyes fixed on Kintovar.

  “Prepare yourself, Kintovar,” she said. “You’re about to witrue power.”

  The headmaster underwent a transformation, the very air seemed to tremble with the sheer power radiating from her. Her white hair turhe same vibrant yellow as her aura, her eyes became pools of yellow iy, and her body bore intricate yellowish markings that seemed to pulse with energy. Her skin darkened with a yellowish hue, aaff’s crystal, once clear, now spun with a mesmerizing yellow energy, casting an eerie glow in the clearing.

  The transformation was plete, and the headmaster stood before them as a living embodiment of unparalleled magical might. When she spoke, she resonated with a newfound authority and dominance.

  “Behold, the true extent of my power,” she decred, her words eg with an otherworldly resohis is ‘Zenith Magic,’ a realm of magic that transds all known limits.”

  The awe-inspiring sight of the headmaster in her Zenith Magi left Kintovar, Risebelle, Roselle, Haras and Sybil in a state of shod disbelief.

  Kintovar steadied herself. She raised her BG-356 and shook her head.

  “I always have to prove my point when it es to teology and this will be no different. Your uimation will be your undoing, you old hag,” Kintovar decred, her eyes locked onto the transformed headmaster.

  Haras let out a low whistle, her eyes fixed on the formidable figure of the headmaster in her Zenith Magi. She turo Kintovar with a wry grin.

  “Well, Kintovar, it seems we’ve got our work cut out for us,” Haras remarked, her high-pitched energy returning. “This reunion couldn’t be more eventful, could it?”

  Kintovar nodded in agreement, her gaze never leaving the transformed headmaster. She spoke with a sense en her tone.

  “You’re right, Haras. There’s no time to waste. Let’s e up with a strategy post haste to ter this madness.”

  Kint Haras and thehers in thought. Her mind was already rag with potential strategies to ter the headmaster’s overwhelming power. She finally spoke with a grin.

  “We have a lot of options to sider in this battle,” Kintan, “but there’s one unique piece of teology I’ve created that may give us the advantage we need.”

  Haras looked at Kintovar with curiosity. Kintovar tinued, “I’ve been trying to remember it earlier, and now I recall its existence. However, I must apologize, Haras. I never had the ce to create one for you, and it’s ued teology. But I believe it could turide in our favor.”

  Kintovar’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She pointed one finger up into the air and then shouted, “Extreme Teology: Quantum Mindsuit!”

  Kintovar’s shout echoed through the forest with a loud authority. The moment that she annouhe name of her creation, everyone became filled with anticipation.

  Moments ter, a peculiar device materialized beside Kintovar. The Quantum Mindsuit was a sleek, futuristic suit with intricate patterns of blue and silver. It appeared to be made of advanced materials, and its design was both elegant and funal.

  Kintovar approached the suit.

  “The Quantum Mindsuit is a piece of extreme teology that harhe power of quantum meics,” Kintovar expined. “It has the ability to i directly with the wearer’s mind. Thus this will enhaheir itive abilities and grant them access to advas.”

  She tinued, “The suit gees protective energy barriers, enhances reflexes and agility to superhuman levels, ahis—projects holographic illusions to baffle and bewilder our adversaries. You may say that’s impressive, but here is what really takes the cake. Its ability to amplify the wearer’s magical and teological prowess to unimaginable heights! We’re talking a fusion of are and tech, a veritable storm of raw, untamed power! Picture it, Haras, a force of nature, unstoppable, invincible! A true symphony of sd sorcery!

  Kintovar poio Haras. “I want you to wear the Quantum Mindsuit. With your knowledge of teology being closely parable to my own, you’ll be able to use it to its full potential. Together, we stand a ce against the headmaster’s Zenith Magic.”

  Haras couldn’t tain her excitement once she heard Kintovar’s expnation of the Quantum Mindsuit. She felt a rush of emotions and couldn’t resist ing her arms around Kintovar in a tight hug.

  “You’re amazing, Kintovar!” Haras excimed, her energy brimming with enthusiasm. “This is incredible teology, and I ’t believe you created it. You’re a genius!”

  Haras couldn’t help but nuzzle her face against Kintovar’s cheek in a dispy of affe. Kintovar tried hard to maintain a serious demeanor but found herself caught in the moment. Soon a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

  “Thank you, Haras. I’m gd you like it. Now the’s get you suited up, shall we? We have a battle to win but of course time isn’t on our side as usual.”

  The headmaster’s eyes narrowed once she heard Kintovar’s annou of ’Extreme Teology: Quantum Mindsuit.’ She repeated the phrase with a hint of mockery.

  “Extreme teology, you say?” The headmaster scoffed, her yellow aura crag with energy. “How pretentious. Do you truly believe that your little traption match the power of Zenith Magic?!”

  As Haras dohe sleek Quantum Mindsuit, its blue and silver patterns glowing with potential, she spoke with newfound fidence.

  “The headmaster is about to withe true power of teology,” Haras decred. “Let’s show her what we do!”

  Kintovar, standing by Haras’s side, nodded in agreement.

  “That’s right,” Kintovar added. “And it’s not the oreme teology I have at my disposal. We’ll use everything we’ve got to stand against her Zenith Magic.”

  As the first move, the headmaster raised her staff high, its yellow crystal spinning rapidly with energy. She unleashed a torrent of Zenith Magic, juring a barrage of bzing, yellow energy projectiles that streaked through the air toward Kintovar and Haras.

  Kintovar and Haras didn’t flin the face of this formidable assault. Haras activated the Quantum Mindsuit’s protective barriers, and a shimmering blue energy field surrouhem. The energy projectiles collided with the barrier, creating a dazzling dispy of lights and sparks as they were deflected harmlessly.

  Haras grinned beh her suit’s helmet, her fidence shining through. She raised her arm, and from the suit’s gau, a pulse of energy shot forward, striking the grouhe headmaster’s feet. The grouh the headmaster rumbled, and a series of sharp crystal spikes erupted, attempting to ensnare her.

  The headmaster, however, reacted swiftly. With a wave of her staff, she shattered the crystal spikes and unched herself into the air, her yellow aura bzing brighter than ever. She desded toward Kintovar and Haras with incredible speed, her staff aimed at them like a nce.

  Kintovar’s BG-356 underwent a rapid transformation, its design shifting to bee a more formidable on. She aimed it at the headmaster’s staff with a resolute gaze.

  With a surge of energy, Kintovar fired a powerful bst at the headmaster’s staff. The two forces collided, resulting in a wide dispy of energy and power. For a moment, it seemed like a draw, as her side could overpower the other.

  The headmaster’s face torted with effort while she eled her Zenith Magiaintain trol of her staff. She s Kintovar, her yellow eyes log onto her.

  “You uimate the power of Zenith Magic,” the headmaster hissed.

  Kintovar, uerred, replied with a serious look. “And you uimate the iy of teology.”

  Kintovar’s BG-356 reverted to its normal form. She and Haras swiftly moved out of the way of the impending csh. Kintovar holstered the BG-356 on her back, and with her small guns in hand, she began to fire rapid shots at the headmaster.

  The headmaster, still airborne, dispyed her agility by gracefully dodging the ining bullets. Her yellow aura seemed to enhance her reflexes, allowio maneuver with astonishing speed.

  With a graceful twirl, the headmaster redirected her attention towards Haras, who was the Quantum Mindsuit. She unleashed a psychic bst, a powerful surge of energy aimed directly at Haras.

  Haras, however, repared. Activating the Quantum Mindsuit’s defensive capabilities, she tered the psychic bst with an energy bst of her own. The two forces collided with a spectacur dispy of energy, creating shockwaves that rippled through the forest.

  Haras strained against the headmaster’s psychic power. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath. It was waiting to see which force would prevail in this intense showdown of teology ah Magic.