Mystimona was caught in the epiter of the Thundercp surge, and the bined might of the attack sent him flying through the air. He crashed into the sandy ground some distance away, leaving a trail of dispced sand and smoke in his wake.

  The impact was overwhelming, and Mystimona struggled to rise from the ground, his body battered and his clothing damage from the explosive collisioe the tremendous power of Roselle's attack, he wore a grin of excitement, clearly exhirated by the battle.

  He rubbed his thoughtfully and then spoke, "I see it, Roselle. You're disc new facets of your own power and adapting on the fly. It's a remarkable journey you're on."

  As the battle tinued, Mystimona's mind wandered briefly to the nagging sense of familiarity he felt toward Roselle's name. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and it puzzled him for a moment.

  "Kintovar, Haras," Mystimona said while keeping his eyes on Roselle, "Roselle is quite the creation you've made. Your ability to craft something like her through teology is truly remarkable. You should be proud of what you've aplished."

  Kintovar nodded with a hint of pride in her eyes. She held out both of her hands and said. "Thank you, Mystimona. Roselle is a testament to our dedication and innovation."

  Haras chimed in, her usual exuberaurning. "Oh, absolutely! She's our little masterpiece!"

  Mystimona's demeanor shifted, and a serious look appeared upon his face.

  "This being said, I must apologize in advance. I have to destroy your creation with all my might. You won't get the ce to say farewell."

  As he spoke, Mystimona's form began to asd into the air, supported by the power of the wind. His haended upward, gathering energy for romised to be a devastating attack. The beach seemed to tremble in anticipation of the impending csh.

  Mystimona summohe very essence of the four elements within him. His aura intensified, swirling with the colors of Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water. The elements respoo his call, and swirled around him creating a circur motion dispy of his powers while he prepared to unleash his attack.

  With a anding shout that resohrough the beach, he ted the names of the four elements:

  "Earth, Wind, Fire, Water! Unite!"

  The ground trembled beh him the winds howled, fmes danced, and the waves of the o roared in respohe four elements verged around Mystimona, maing as colossal, streams of energy.

  Earth formed a mighty vortex of rod soil.Wind became a razor-sharp tornado that sliced through the air. Fire bzed as a scorg inferno, spiraling with iy. Water surged as a colossal tsunami, ready to engulf anything in its path.

  Mystimona shouted, "ELEMENTAL FUSION!"

  In an instant, the Elemental Fusion attack streaked toward Roselle. The sphere of power left vibrant trails of elemental energy in its wake as it closed in on its target. Upon impact, the attafolded with a spectacur dispy of elemental might.

  Fragments of earth burst from the grouangling Roselle.

  Whirling winds sliced through the air, creating a deadly vortex.

  Fmes devoured and ied with uing ferocity.

  The colossal tsunami surged forward, engulfing Roselle in its watery embrace.

  Roselle was subjected to the overwhelming force of all four elements simultaneously. This resulted in an explosion of power that left nothing but destru in it’s wake. When the dust settled, the beach was forever ged, and Mystimona stood as the embodiment of the elemental forces he anded.

  Risebelle's serious face masked her inner worry. While she tried to maintain posure, for her sister ed her thoughts.

  Haras, oher hand, was stunned by the sheer power of Mystimona's Elemental Fusion. She turo Kintovar and asked, "Do you think Roselle could have survived that attack? It was... it was incredible."

  Kintovar adjusted her sungsses out of habit, but then remembered her headphones were no longer funal. She replied," I most certainly hope so."

  Sybil remained silent but couldn't hide her worry. Her eyes showed her as she watched the aftermath of the devastating csh.

  As the Elemental Fusion engulfed her, Roselle reacted with lightning-fast reflexes. She summoned her purple lightning, f a protective sphere around herself at the very st sed.

  Despite her efforts, Roselle still endured massive damage from the cataclysmic assault. Her body was battered and scorched, and she struggled to maintaiance as the elemental forces raged around her.

  [System Message]

  LifeForce: 10%

  Roselle's lifeforce had been signifitly depleted by the devastating Elemental Fusion attack. With a weary and battered body, she eventually slipped to the ground. The onidable aura that had surrounded her dissipated, and the intense purple lightning that crackled around

  Roselle y on the sandy beach, her breathing heavy and bored.

  "If I lose this battle, if I give up now," she pondered, "Dr.Kintovar, Risebelle, Dr.Haras, Sybil... everyone I care about will be in grave danger. I'll lose everything we've fought for, everything we've bee."

  With each breath, she found herself torween the pain of her injuries and the indomitable spirit within her.

  As Roselle's thoughts aions swirled within her, a vivid and harrowing vision unfolded before her mind's eye. The weight of the battle's sequences pressed upon her, and her iurmoil grew more intense.

  In her mind's eye, she saw Mystimona eliminating Kintovar, the very person who had created her and guided her journey. A blood-curdling scream escaped her lips as she shouted, "Dr. Kintovar!"

  "Hey, Roselle," she imagined Haras saying with a grin on her face, "You know, maybe we should've added some 'pudding' to our little experiment. You know, teology, magid pudding – the ultimate bo!" Her ughter, though imaginary, carried a warmth that Roselle cherished.

  Haras, the cheerful soul and one of the creators of the girls was eliminated, leaving Roselle to shout out a desperate "No!"

  Sybil, whom she hadn't known as well, y on the ground lifeless in her mental vision. The sense of loss and sorrow welled up within Roselle, even for someone she hadn't fully ected with yet.

  Runebelle, the quiet and mysterious younger sister, y motionless beside Risebelle. In her imaginary world, Roselle cradled Risebelle's lifeless body pleading,

  “Risebelle! Stay with me!”

  But it was already too te, and the pain of losing another loved oensified her resolve.

  In her darkest vision, she saw the Dark headmaster, her evil ughter ringing in her ears. The headmaster stood atop a destroyed Mystical Forest, and Roselle's heart sank as she heard the chilling words, "Let's go Mystimona. Let's go aroy all the remaining stists in the world."

  The weight of these imagined sarios bore down on Roselle, filling her with a fierce resolve. She couldn't let any of this e true, not if she had any say in it. Her will to fight returo the front and she found the strength to rise once more.

  With every fiber of her being, Roselle fought against the exhaustion and pain that threateo overwhelm her. The vivid visions of her worst fears were exactly what reminded her that this was not just a fight, this was a fight for their survival. She couldn't allow those nightmarish sarios to bee reality.

  Summoning every ounce of her remaining strength, Roselle pushed herself up from the sandy ground. Her body trembled, her aura flickered with diminished iy, but she refused to stay down. With unshakable power, she rose to her feet and growled lowly. She took a step forward. Her movements were sluggish but she pressed on. She could barely see Mystimona who stood a distance from her as her eyes were foggy.

  Kintovar, her sungsses now serving as her means to monitor Roselle's dition, quickly activated the vital monit fun. She adjusted her shades and focused on assessing Roselle's vitals.

  [System Message]

  LifeForce: 10%

  Magic: 300% (Warning: Critical)

  on Charge: 0%

  Timer: 3 minutes

  Location: The Beach

  "10%...It's not good," Kintovar said with , but then, a hint of pride crept into her tone as she chuckled softly. "Although I didn’t expect Roselle to survive, but it seems my teology has done wonders. Roselle is tougher than I thought."

  Kinthed loudly

  Risebelle with her arms folded, responded... "If it's not good, why yhing?" she asked, her eyes filled with uainty as she lowered her gaze.

  Kintovar raised one finger in respoo Risebelle's question. “Its proof that Roselle has a soul," she expined. "Her resilience, her will to keep fighting, it all es from within her. It's not just teology; it's her spirit. And that, my dear, is something truly remarkable."

  Risebelle raised an eyebrow, ed. "You said 1ht?" she inquired, seeking firmation from Kintovar. "We 't let her keep fighting. Anymore, and she might..."

  Kintovar interrupted, p the implications. "Does reag 0% lifeforce meaaih?" she thought aloud, refleg on her previous creations. "In my earlier experiments, before Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle, bining magid teology wasn't this effit..."

  Haras chimed in with fir, "Yeah, Kintovar, you just spped two things together with those old robots, and they'd explode at 0%!" She gestured dramatically, emphasizing the point.

  Kintovar adjusted her sungsses and houghtfully. "That's true," she admitted. "But Roselle isn't just any creation. She's a unique blend of magid teology, and she has something that those robots didn't. She has heart, determination, and a will to survive. Most importantly, she has a soul."

  “Kintovar, I'm a creation of you and Haras as well," Risebelle asserted. "I'm not about to wait and find out if 0% meah for Roselle. I'm going io help her."

  Without waiting for further discussion or objes, Risebelle dashed over to where Roselle y, her resolve shining brightly.

  Mystimona's eyes widened with astonishment as he observed Roselle struggling to her feet.

  "I feel it," he said. "I feel your heart, your soul, the fire within you that refuses to be extinguished. It's truly remarkable!"

  Roselle spoke with resolve. "It's not over yet."

  However, Risebelle, ed for her sister's well-being, moved closer to Roselle and urged her to resider. "Roselle, please, stop," she implored. "You only have 10% of your lifeforce left. We 't risk losing you."

  But Roselle, with a steadfast gaze, responded, "I know."

  Roselle’s fire bzed in her eyes as she spoke, "It will all e down to this. Step back, sister. I don't want to hurt you."

  Risebelle was surprised by her sister's resolute tone, and she attempted to respond,

  "Roselle, please, this is--,"

  but before she could finish her sentehe wild surge of purple lightning around Roselle grew more intense and unstable. Realizing the danger, Risebelle relutly took a step back, etched across her face.

  Roselle focused on the four elements c within her—lightning, ice, fire, ah—she felt a profound e to their raw power. Her uanding of each element merged into a cohesive whole, creating a unique synergy that she had apped into before. With all she had left, she began to prepare an attack that would harhe collective might of these elements in a way she had never imagined.

  Her hands crackled with purple lightning. She seemed to have full trol over it now. Ice began to form a shimmering aura around her, adding a yer of protective chill. Fmes danced along her limbs, intensifying the fiery aspect of her power. Ah's stability anchored her to the ground, providing a solid foundation for what was to e.

  In this moment of unity with the elements, she focused on eling this newfound energy, preparing to unleash an attack.

  Mystimona, Roselle's e to her elements. With a nod of approval, he addressed her, "You're pushing your systems to the limit, aren't you?"

  Roselle responded firmly, "Yes, I am. I won't give up, not now."

  Mystimona's smile broadened as he enced her, "Very well, then. Show me what you're made of. Put your soul into this attack, Roselle."

  With those words, Roselle focused her energy and prepared to unleash her unique elemental attack.

  “This is everything I’ve got!”