Blazing white fireballs, so mighty that they silenced the entire arena.
Even Morin, who had fallen into madness, paused momentarily.
"Um?"
Margaret, locked in battle, swiftly seized the opportunity!
She swung her bright red flame whip, struck Morin with a quick hit, leaving a huge wound on his body, and then decisively retreated to regroup with Colin.
At that moment, the force of the fireball's explosion had not yet fully dissipated.
Endless heat waves rolled in, billowing their hair and wizard robes with a loud whistling sound!
Seeing this, a mix of shock and fear surged in Margaret's heart... She could hardly believe it as she looked at Colin.
Such witchcraft almost touched the realm of Second Rank!
"The battle isn't over yet," Colin said gravely, ignoring their gazes.
Ginsley might be dead, but Morin was still alive...
And then there was the frail priest who had been lurking behind them, unseen.
It was unclear if he had cautiously fled or was still trailing behind, waiting for an opportunity.
Colin cast a wary glance around, heightening his vigilance.
As for the Foolishness Scepter in his hand... he wasn't actually concerned about Margaret and the others knowing.
After all, his possession of the Foolishness Scepter was hardly a secret.
At least in Neustadt City, Sister Lillian and the elders of the Law Enforcement Team knew of it, and they had even taken the trouble that night to enlighten him about its drawbacks.
In fact, if it weren't for Golden Paper, the Foolishness Scepter... was really no precious artifact.
At the very least, not practical.
And even now, the Foolishness Scepter was becoming less and less useful.
As his power increased, so did the might of his witchcraft naturally, and simultaneously, the cost of using the Foolishness Scepter to enhance his witchcraft grew more and more.
At Zeroth Rank, upgrading a Zeroth Rank witchcraft by a small rank might cost just a few points, or maybe ten or so points, of witchcraft progress.
But now, at First Rank, to elevate a First Rank witchcraft by a small rank, at least fifty points of progress would be the price!
Though his mind was filled with thoughts, the reality was that Morin, gripped by madness, had just charged forward.
"Attack together!"
Colin lightly waved the Foolishness Scepter as he shouted in a deep voice.
But he did not actually use the Foolishness Scepter.
Even though the battle was not over, at least the imminent life-and-death crisis had been resolved.
Before Ginsley was dead, the not-so-good condition of Sovoc and Margaret, coupled with him, versus the well-conditioned Ginsley, enhanced further, would have made the outcome uncertain.
But now, with Ginsley turned to ashes, only Morin was left.
Even with Sovoc and Margaret not in great shape, the outcome of the remaining battle would hardly be surprising.
About five minutes later.
Accompanied by a dreadful shriek, Morin too lost the breath of life.
Although he was dead and his body beyond recognition, the flying witchcraft cast upon him had not yet immediately ceased, and it slowly faded away.
Externally, it made Morin's body seem like a soft feather, slowly descending.
Margaret watched this scene, with poignant feelings in her heart.
Morin's sister was her close friend, someone she often interacted with intimately, making Morin a familiar face...
But she had never thought that within less than a month of coming to the Sea Domain, these two acquaintances would both die one after another...
"Um?"
But in the next instant, as if she thought of something, Margaret glanced at Colin and Sovoc beside her and suddenly flew towards Morin's mangled corpse.
Snap.
Then, just as she had plucked the Divine Emblem before, she naturally removed Morin's storage ring and the silvery-grey cloth pouch tied to his waist, which was used especially for carrying the Divine Emblem.
Looking at the ring and pouch in her hand, Margaret's expression showed a trace of joy.
But remembering Colin's powerful attack from earlier, she felt somewhat hesitant...
After a moment, Margaret's eyes shifted, her face turned away from Colin and Sovoc, her smile faded, replaced by a stern expression, and she stowed the storage ring.
Then she flew in front of the two, and with a serious tone, she said:
"This ring is Morin's legacy; I will keep it safe. As for the Divine Emblem, after the battle..."
Mid-sentence, her pupils suddenly contracted, her expression drastically changing.
The full moon cast a bit of faint light.
Somehow, an inexplicable dark shadow suddenly enveloped them.
A massive figure had appeared above the three like a ghost...
And then, with a violent rush, it plummeted down!!
'Not good!!'
At that moment, Colin and the others quickly came to their senses and scattered in all directions.
But the speed of the massive figure was too fast, even... even faintly surpassing the realm of First Rank!!
Of the three, only Colin, who had been vigilant, managed to put some brief distance between himself and the massive figure before it landed.
The extreme speed brought a ravaging gale that made Colin squint his eyes, and through the blurred vision, he watched a massive silhouette fall.
Subsequently, a hoarse voice also intermittently came through.
"Mar...ga...ret!"
'That voice?!' Colin was taken aback.
"Mayer?!!"
At the same time, Margaret suddenly cried out in shock!
She incredulously stared at the gruesome and horrific creature before her, woven from a mix of stark white bones and dark red flesh.
The flesh on its body had nearly lost its original shape, transformed into knotted dark red vines, haphazardly entwined around the stark white bones, ultimately constructing a bloody monster at least three meters tall!