Orsted's magic consumption was immense. Continuous use left him unable to unleash a five-seal Excalibur.

Otherwise, he could've obliterated the demi spirit alone.

But combining his small excalibur burst with Ais' Lil Rafaga yielded a synergistic effect, as if one plus one equaled three.

Their fused magic overwhelmed the monster, its aura fading rapidly.

A crisp crack echoed.

KAKA!

"Ah!" the demi spirit screamed shrilly.

Boom!

The fusion magic consumed its massive form, blasting a deep crater.

The monster perished.

Orsted and Ais landed.

Dizziness hit Orsted from excessive mental strain, his face paling.

A five-seal Excalibur, multiple small bursts, blocking it's lightning, teleporting to Ais, and deploying Avalon had drained him.

"You okay, Orsted?" Ais, less taxed, moved to check on him.

But a figure—Tione—crashed into Orsted, knocking him back from inattention and mental exhaustion.

They skidded far before stopping.

"Sorry, Orsted, you alright?" Tione asked, sitting on him, concerned.

"I'm fine. What happened?" Orsted rubbed his brow, worried.

"I wasn't paying attention and got thrown," Tione said, furious.

"That bastard pissed me off. I'll tear it apart!"

Her aura shifted to rage mode.

Stepping on Orsted's stomach, she charged off.

Orsted nearly retched, his eyes twitching.

His physique saved him; a non-first class adventurer would've been injured, and even first class would've hurt.

Fresh from battle, Tione's blow left him reeling.

"You okay, Orsted?" Ais knelt beside him, poking his cheek softly.

Orsted glared, met her blank stare, then stood, eyeing Finn's battlefield.

His scalp tingled.

Everyone was in rage mode.

Finn used his Hell Finegas, Tione unleashed Berserk, and others fought ferociously.

Tsubaki matched their fury.

Even Riveria had dropped Via Shilheim, chanting with Lefiya, their magic surging.

"They're pissed we beat our monster first," Ais said softly.

"I saw Finn activate Hell Finegas."

She'd been startled when Tione crashed into Orsted, glancing at Finn's battlefield.

Ais had no plans to join them.

Exhausted, she'd be little help, needing rest. Plus, it was their fight—she and Orsted had handled theirs.

If Finn's team struggled, she'd step in, but their berserk onslaught was pushing the Demi Spirit back.

Orsted raised an eyebrow. It made sense.

He and Ais, just two, finished first, while Finn's larger group lagged.

Shame fueled their frenzy.

Even Riveria and Lefiya were venting.

Gareth's Crush shook the ground, destabilizing the demi spirit's rooted form.

Orsted sat, pulling a potion from the Hestia Ring to restore his mind.

He hadn't had time during the fight.

A warm presence settled beside him—Ais, hands on her knees.

"Fighting with you was great, Orsted," she said, watching Finn's battle.

"Same here. Drink this," Orsted nodded, handing her a potion.

"Thanks."

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