The colossal explosioed in a dazzling dispy of light and energy. A cataclysmic burst engulfed the headmaster and her Zenith Magic. The force of the bst sent shockwaves rippling through the sky, shaking the very foundations of the forest. Trees splihe ground quaked, and the heavens themselves seemed to shudder uhe assault.

  The blinding light gradually faded. Smoke and dust swirled in the air being remnants of the explosive csh.

  Kintovar desded first, her body crashing into the sandy ground, creating a small crater upon impact. She bore the brunt of the fall, abs the force of it with her durable suit.

  Sybil followed, nding on top of Kintovar in a protective stance, shielding her from further harm.

  Haras, still ected to Kintovar, desded on top of them both, f a protective stack of bodies that absorbed the impact of the fall.

  Roselle and Risebelle ogether, with Risebelle underh Roselle, ag as a cushion to soften their nding. Risebelle's protective instincts kicked in as she shielded her sister from any potential fall damage.

  As the dust settled and the chaos of battle subsided, Roselle's worried gaze fell upon her sister, who had cushioheir fall. She immediately noticed that Risebelle appeared somewhat squished beh her.

  Panig, Roselle excimed, "Risebelle! Are you okay? I didn't mean to nd on you like that!"

  Risebelle responded. She reassured her sister, saying, "Don't worry about me, Roselle. Are you okay? That's all that matters."

  Roselle nodded, relief washing over her as she realized her sister was safe.

  Sybil let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the "cushion" that had broken their fall. She gnced around at her panions and couldn't help but chuckle.

  "It seems this cushion came in handy,"

  Haras chimed in with a pyful tone, "Yes, very ve indeed. Who knew Kintovar would make such a fy nding pad?"

  However, Kintovar, who was the unfortunate 'cushion' in this sario, was far from amused. Her voice came out muffled and irritated as she tried to speak while feeling the weight of her fellow friends ontop of her.

  "Get... off... of... me!" Kintrumbled with annoyand frustration, her words punctuated by her attempts tle free from the pile.

  Kintovar finally mao free herself from them, breathing heavily and clearly irritated by her ordeal. She then turned her attention toward Sybil and Haras.

  "You two have no idea how hard it is to support the weight of two people on my back like that," Kintovar pined,"I'll be lucky if I don't end up with back pains after this."

  Despite her pints, Kintovar couldn't help but crack a small smile.

  As the smoke cleared and the aftermath of their powerful bitack became visible, Kintovar, Haras, Sybil, Roselle, and Risebelle watched in amazement as the headmaster's form slowly reverted from her overp Zenith Magic state back tur form. The once-mighty aura around her faded, and her body trembled as she struggled to remain scious.

  The headmaster's was weak and barely audible as she muttered, “I 't believe...defeated by the likes of...stists..."

  Her desire to get rid of these ‘pests’ pushed her to move, but her body refused to respond. She y there, a defeated figure, her once-powerful presence reduced to a mere shadow of its former self.

  Kintovar looked down at her and announced,

  “I’ll finish you in a minute, Headmaster Aimathema, don’t worry. For now, you just stay there and look old. Bwaahhahaha!”

  With resolve in her eyes, she turned her attention to the fallen form of Becky, who had taken a brutal fall without any prote.

  Sybil, witnessing Kintovar's movements, quickly hurried over to her and asked," we help her? Is there anything we do?"

  Kintovar k beside Becky, her skilled hands movily to assess her dition. She checked fns of breathing a a faint, shallow rise and fall of the girl's chest. It was clear that Becky was barely ging to life.

  With a solemn look, Kintovar turo Sybil and expined, "Becky's physical dition is stable, but her mind...it's in a state of plete devastation. The headmaster's psychic attack has left her sciousness shattered, much like how mine was before Haras helped me."

  Kintovar's tone carried sadness as she tinued; however she raised one finger, "I believe there's a way to restore her, just as Haras did for me, but it won't be easy. We'll o use Haras' Lip-Touch Miorer, but its ued teology. We're going to have to take a it, just like Haras did for me."

  Haras stepped forward with a pyful grin, "Well, you know, if it worked on Kintovar, doesn't that make it 'tested' teology?"

  As she said this, Haras bent her body slightly.

  Kintovar nodded in agreement with Haras, a hint of a wry smile crossing her lips. "You're right, Haras. It's a tested experiment, even if it wasn't by choice," she remarked, her tone carrying a touch of humor. "But I would have preferred a much safer testing ground, that's for sure."

  Haras leaned in toward Becky's unscious body. She carefully applied the Lip-Touch Miorer, allowing the specialized nao flow from the devito her lips.

  As their lips made tact, the nanites began their work. Inside Becky's shattered sciousness, the tiny maes worked tirelessly, repairing neural pathways and rejuvenating her mind.

  Minutes felt like hours as Haras maintaihe lip tact. After what seemed like ay, Haras slowly withdrew from Becky's lips. Haras expio the group,

  "Becky should regain sciousness in about an hour. The Lip-Touch Miorer has dos job, and we just have to wait now."

  Kintovar nodded in agreement, "Thank you, Haras," she said with a nod of her head. "You've truly showential of your teology."

  Haras looked at Kintovar with deep appreciation. She spoke sincerely, “Kintovar, you're the real genius here. Without your schematid your brilliant mind, this device wouldn't have been possible."

  With those words, Haras moved closer to Kintovar, ing her arms around her in a heartfelt embrace.

  Kintovar decided to try and remain focused oasks while being hugged. She poi the Maractor which was now vulnerable without the headmaster's psychic barrier.

  "It's time t this battle to an end ond for all," Kintovar decred. "Destroy that Maractor, and our mission will be plete."

  Roselle and Risebelle nodded in uanding.

  Roselle summoned her massive on, crag with energy, while Risebelle readied herself to support her sister in this critical moment.

  Notification: Roselle's Magic Reserves Depleted

  The system dispyed a stark notification before Roselle's eyes:

  Magic: 0+ 0%

  on charge: 0%

  Roselle turo her sister. She knew she had used up all her magical reserves in that powerful st shot. She spoke to Risebelle with a sense ency.

  "Risebelle, I've used up all my magic. I need you to finish this for me. We have to destroy that Maractor."

  "Idiot… of course you used up all of yic. I guess it all ends with me huh? It’s fitting sidering the bullshit these filthy humans put me through. I've got this."

  The headmaster, her once-powerful form now feeble and battered, watched with desperation as Risebelle prepared to fire her on at the Maractor. She raised a trembling hand.

  "No! Please, don't destroy it! Please!" the headmaster begged, her words strained and desperate. "You don't uand...it's the only thing that...that keeps me alive right now! If you destroy that, I will die!"

  Kintovar’s face immediately ged to anger. She grit her teeth and then demanded, "Give us one good reason, Headmaster, not to destroy the maractor!"

  But before the headmaster could provide an answer, Kintovar interrupted by raising one hand. "Actually, it doesen’t matter. You’ve killed so many stists and now here you are, begging for your life when the shoe is oher foot? How many of them begged to be spared? How many of them suffered just because they had no magid you expect us to spare you? You really are just an old hag without your power and trol. I don’t care what you say, nothing is going to stop me from destroying the very thing that stands in my way.”

  Kintovar issued the final order with a face as hard as stone. “Risebelle, finish this.”

  The headmaster’s releases an anguished scream

  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!”

  Suddenly, a man desded from the top of the magical academy school building, his sudden appearance created a whirlwind of sand and dust, catg the attention of everyone otlefield. His long purple hair flowed with the wind, and his pierg purple eyes seemed to hold a mysterious and powerful aura.

  Dressed in the reizable Magical academy uniform, he nded gracefully on the sandy terrain, his purple magical aura glowing brightly around him.

  He desded from the sky as if he had leaped from the top of the magical academy's t school building. His long, flowing purple hair billowed around him, matg the intense shade of his pierg purple eyes.

  As he touched down on the sand, a brilliant, radiant purple magical aura enveloped him, casting a surreal and captivating glow around his figure. His uniform, adorned with the emblem of the magical academy, fit him perfectly, emphasizing his medium build.

  Sybil trembled with fear as she spoke, “This...this is beyond anything I've ever felt. His magical energy is even more overwhelming than the headmaster's in her zenith form. We're all in grave danger."

  Kintovar's eyes widened with surprise, her mind rag to assess this ued development.

  Haras, ihe Quantum Mindsuit, held a boxer stance, ready for whatever this man might do.

  Roselle and Risebelle, who had been preparing to destroy the maractor were frozen iracks.

  Sybil, already terrified, seemed to shrink back further.

  The headmaster, despite her weakeate, began to ugh maniacally. Her ughter echoed eerily through the forest and blended with the tension in the air.

  And then, with a sinister smile, the headmaster spoke, "Allow me to introduce Mystimona, one of our academy's most powerful students. He hasn't really been allowed to py outside in long time."

  Mystimona's arrival had thrown everyoo a state of shod uainty, and the headmaster's response only deepehe fusion. As he looked around and scratched the back of his head.

  "Wait a minute," Mystimona said with annoyand fusion. "I thought you said you were eliminating the strong ones. Where are they?"

  The headmaster shifted from triumph to something more akin to exasperation in response. "Well, you see, I was just about to do that when these meddling stists and their creations showed up. They've been quite a nuisance, I must say."

  She gestured towards Kintovar and the others, "But now that you're here, Mystimona, you help me take care of them, and then we finally tinue rand pn."

  Mystimo out a sigh, realizing that he might have been drawn into something he didirely uand. He looked at the group before him, sizing them up, and then turned back to the headmaster

  The headmaster, despite her weakeate, maintained her sinister grin as she responded, "Oh, don't worry, Mystimona. Truth be told, they're right here, and are quite a handful, as you see."

  "I was hoping for a real challenge, not a bunch of wounded pests… Alright, fine," Mystimona said, his shoulders slumping. "I'll help you deal with these guys. But after that, we're going to have a serious talk about what exactly you've gotteo."

  Mystimona cleared his throat and spoke, his tone carrying a sense of authority and curiosity.

  "Allow me to properly introduce myself," he began. "I am Mystimona, a student of the magical academy, and I have beerusted with a mission: to elimihose who oppose the academy's authority."

  He paused for a moment, his purple eyes sing each member of the group before him. Then, he tinued, "But before we engage in this battle, I want to hear your reasons. What drives you to stand against the magical academy? What grievances do you hold against us that have led you to this point?"

  His pierg purple eyes swept over the group, his gaze lingering on each of them as if trying to dis the depths of their motivations.

  "Uanding your reasons won't ge the oute, but it might make this battle all the more iing," Mystimona cluded, a faint smirk pying on his lips.