“Yes, the Project Mage Transformation. It’s a power uo you, Roselle. But it’s not without risks, which is why we o find a way to activate it safely. If we use the knowledge you’ve collected over time, it might be our best ce.”

  Roselle’s i blue eyes sparkled with newfouement. The prospect of unlog a unique power filled her with a sense of purpose. She nodded eagerly and replied, “I’ll do my best, Dr. Kintovar.”

  Kintovar’s e hair swayed as she smiled at Roselle. “That’s the spirit, Roselle. We’ll use this time to access your memory data and prepare for Mystimona’s challenge. If we tap into the Project Mage Transformation, we might just turide in our favor.”

  Kintovar took a few deep breaths, her focus entirely on Roselle’s systems. She had a delicate task ahead – accessing and harnessing the memory data that Roselle had collected over time without risking any harm to her. It was a challenging endeavor, but the potential reward was too great to ignore.

  Roselle watched with wide-eyed wonder as Dr. Kintovar worked her magic. The young creation had no uanding of the process unfolding before her, but she trusted in her creator’s expertise.

  [System Message]

  Lifeforce: 5%

  Magic 0%

  Project Mage Data Colle: 15%

  Kintovar, reizing the limited time they had, sprang into a. She khat Roselle’s data colle was far from the required 50%, but they couldn’t afford to wait for it to reach that level. Instead, she decided to create a temporary solution.

  With swift and precise movements, Kintovar worked on a small device, her fingers dang over its surface as she programmed it to tap into Roselle’s collected knowledge .It was a delicate process, but Kintovar’s expertise allowed her to work quickly and effitly.

  As she fihe device, she ha to Roselle, expining its purpose, “This device will temporarily activate a limited form of the Project Mage Transformation. It won’t be the full transformation, and it will have a time limit. But it should give you an edge in the uping challenge. Use it wisely, Roselle.”

  Roselle nodded. She accepted the devid held it in her hands and got ready to utilize it wheime came.

  Kintovar checked the timer, seeing that the five minutes had passed. It was time to face Mystimona’s challenge, and with their preparations plete, they were as ready as they could be. Kintovar turo her panions.

  “Let’s go a Mystimona and face this challenge head-on. We ’t afford to hold baow.”

  Mystimona sat in the sand, his expression calm and his purple eyes focused on the horizon. The headmaster stood behind him, her anger as she impatiently called out to him.

  “They’re back, Mystimona!” she seethed, but he gave her no reply.

  “Why aren’t you responding? This is our ce to elimihem!”

  Mystimona remained silent, his attention seemingly fixed on something in the distance. His refusal to respond only fueled the headmaster’s rage, and she took a step closer.

  “I said, they’re back!” she shouted more violently.

  But Mystimona tio ignore her, his focus unwavering. It was only after her sed call that he finally stirred, as if awakening from a deep trance.

  He turned his gaze toward the headmaster. “I heard you,” he replied. “We’ll deal with them iime.”

  As Kintovar and her panions arrived on the beach, they faced Mystimona, who sat in the sand with the headmaster behind him. Mystimona’s eyes met Kintovar’s, and he inquired with a calm demeanor, “Are you ready for the challenge?”

  Kintovar nodded firmly, her e hair swaying in the breeze as she spoke, “We are ready, Mystimona.”

  Before they engaged in their battle, Kintovar felt pelled to share her perspective with Mystimona, driven by her identity as a stist and her belief iential of teology.

  “Mystimona,” she began, “I am a stist, and I’ve always believed in the power of teology to shape the world. Magic has its pce, but it’s limited by tradition and mysticism. Teology, oher hand, is the key tress, to uanding the universe, and to achieving true power.”

  As Kintovar and her panions approached Mystimona, the tension in the air greable. Mystimona turo face them, his purple eyes log onto Kintovar’s fiery gaze. He spoke with a calm demeanor.

  “Are you ready to fight?” Mystimona inquired, his question directed at Kintovar.

  Kintovar nodded, her e hair casg around her as she held her head high. She had a sense of purpose, and she wasn’t about to back down now.

  “Yes, we’re ready,” she affirmed.” But let me expin something to you. You see, Mystimona,” Kintan, her words measured and filled with passion, “I’ve always believed that teology has the potential to surpass magic. It’s not a matter of one beier thaher; it’s about the untapped possibilities that lie within the realm of teology.”

  Mystimona raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Kintovar’s perspective.

  Kintovar tinued. “Teology bring progress, innovation, and advao a level that magic alone ’t achieve. It improve lives, create new possibilities, and offer solutions to problems that magic alone ’t solve.”

  Mystimona found himself drawn to Kintovar’s passionate argument. He spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice, “You make a pelling case, Dr. Kintovar. It’s a perspective I haven’t entered among the mages of this academy. Most mages look down on teology from my uanding and thought it was useless but I never knew why. Perhaps that’s why I find it so intriguing.”

  “I don’t expect you to agree, Mystimona. But I do hope that, one day, teology and magi coexist and plement each other, but it’s obvious that Teology deserves a spot at the top of the world.”

  Mystimona’s response was ced with a hint of amusement and a touch of irony. “Well, Dr. Kintovar, I’ll make you a promise. You’ll be the st oo fall in this challenge.”

  The headmaster could no longer tain her anger and frustration. She shouted, with venomous disdain, “Kintovar should be the first to fall, not the st! Her teology is nothing but a pathetic imitation of true magical power!”

  The headmaster’s words echoed through the beach. Her anger ament was on full dispy for all to see.

  However, before the headmaster could tinue her tirade against teology, Mystimona had reached his breaking point. He roared in frustration,

  “Enough!” Mystimona shouted, his purple eyes bzing with anger. “I’ve heard enough of your empty rhetorics, headmaster! This challenge is not about your misguided beliefs; it’s about testing our abilities! Now get with the program!”

  The headmaster’s eye twitched in frustration, but she had no choice but to accept that further argument would be futile.

  Roselle cradled the devi her small hands with a hint of nervousness.

  “Here goes nothing,” she whispered to herself.

  Risebelle pced a reassuring hand on Roselle’s shoulder. “Remember, Roselle, don’t overdo it. If that timer runs out, pull out of the fight immediately. We ’t risk you beiroyed.”

  Roselle pressed the button on the device. She expected a surge of power or some kind of transformation; however, what happened caught her pletely by surprise. The device began to fuse with her, its energy iwining with her own.

  Suddenly, Roselle found herself immersed in a whirlwind of memories. Fshes of the past pyed before her eyes, memories of moments when she had struggled, when she had been uo protect her sisters. She saw Runebelle, unscious and defenseless, during the battle with Abner. She relived the interuggle, the overwhelming power of Abner’s extreme magid her desperate attempts to defend her sisters.

  As the memories pyed out in her mind, Roselle felt a surge of emotion welling up within her. She remembered the pain, the fear, and the o protect her loved ones. She felt her yellow lightniurning to her, and her system message dispyed a rapid increase in her magi 0% to 100% in an instant.

  But it didn’t stop there. Roselle pushed her further. She wao be strong enough to protect her sisters, to eheir safety. Her magitio rise, surpassing its previous limit.

  [System Message]

  Lifeforce: 105%

  Magic: 300% Warning: Exceeding natural limits

  As Roselle’s magical power soared to a staggering 300%, her body became a vessel of raw and votile energy. The once-red lightning that crackled arouransformed into a swirling vortex of violent purple, pulsating with an ominous power. The energy within her was like a tempest, a force of nature that defied trol.

  Roselle struggled to maintain her newfound power sciously. It was a daunting task, and the risk of a magical rupture loomed over her. Her lifeforce surged to 105%, a testament to the immerain this transformation pced on her.

  The transformation’s appearance ectacle to behold. Fire energy coursed through her, fmes dang along her limbs with intense heat. Iergy enveloped her, creating a shimmering protective barrier. The Mystical forest’s energy grounded her, eg her to the essence of nature. Her aura was a mesmerizing blend of fire, ice, ah, all amplified by her dark lightning.

  Roselle had tapped into an incredible well of power, but it came with the challenge of maintaining trol over this votile force.

  Roselle’s current stats showed her the incredible transformation she has undergone:

  [[System Message]]

  System Status: Online

  LifeForce: 135%

  Magic: 300% (Warning: Exceeding natural limits)

  on Charge: 55%

  Timer: 15 minutes

  Location: The Beach

  Threat Assessment: Mystimona

  Project Mage Data Colle: 15% plete

  With her magical power pushed to the extreme and her lifeforce elevated, Roselle stood as a formidable force.

  Mystimona observed Roselle’s remarkable transformation, his purple eyes keenly analyzing the swirling storm of dark and votile energy surrounding her. He could sehe immense power radiating from her, even if he couldn’t directly feel it. Her transformation had a familiar aura to it, ohat he reized from his experience.

  “This is something like the Mage’s Zenith form,” Mystimona mused with intrigue. “But it’s different, more chaotid more intense. She’s tapping into a wellspring of energy beyond her natural limits.”

  With the energy surging within her and her newfound transformation on full dispy, Roselle spoke with newfound fidence.

  “This is the Project Mage Transformation,” she decred

  Mystimona’s eyes widened with excitement at Roselle’s revetion. His wide smile expressed his enthusiasm for the challehat y ahead.

  Haras hugged Kinthtly and showered her with praise.

  “You’re an absolute genius, Kintovar!” Haras excimed, “This is incredible! I ’t believe you made this happen!”

  Kintovar, while appreciating Haras’s enthusiasm, maintained her focus oask at hand. She nodded.

  “Thank you, Haras,” Kintovar aowledged. “But there’s no time to celebrate just yet. Mystimona is our oppo, and we o be prepared for anything.”

  Mystimona released his magic, the surrounding air seemed to respond to his and. A gust of wind swirled around him, creating a visible vortex that enveloped his form. The howling winds gave the impression that wind manipution was his chosen affinity.

  Kintovar and her panions watched with a keen sense of observation, taking note of Mystimona’s abilities.

  Mystimona gathered a storm of wind energy around himself, it swirled and howled, creating a powerful vortex of air. He then released a torrent of wind energy, sending it hurtling towards Roselle with incredible force.

  In response, Roselle summoned her newfound power, creating a storm of purple lightning that crackled and danced around her. She surrounded her body with the chaoti and charged towards Mystimona.

  The csh between their powers was intehe wind and lightning collided, creating a dazzling dispy of energy. The force of their csh sent shockwaves rippling through the sandy beach, and the very air seemed to crackle with their bined power.

  Kintovar, Haras, Sybil, Risebelle, and the headmaster watched in awe as the battle unfolded, knowing that the oute of this csh would determiheir fate.