"An interesting opponent has finally appeared," Medusa declared, floating above the darkness. Her crimson staff glowed as she surveyed him.
"Why rely on dated spells from the Three Witches? At your level, you should have crafted your own." She raised her voice in challenge. "Behold—Lily Carnation!"
The ground convulsed, exhaling black mist that coalesced into a towering obsidian plant. It shot upward—10 m, 100 m, 300 m—piercing storm clouds. Breathtaking dark roses bloomed along each branch, each as immense as the dreaded "Flower of Death."
In response, the alchemical airship maneuverdly. Golden light poured from its hull; streams of ethereal butterflies rose and merged to form a blazing green arboreal guardian.
"Guardian of Spring!" rang the invocation—the signature spell of Cassandra, the Witch of Spring.
Light clashed against darkness. Roses battled butterflies. A deafening cacophony of metal and magic rocked the sky. Thunder boomed, shockwaves shattered trees, and wind shrieked across the realms.
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Below—in the streets of the Rose Kingdom, beautiful women in ornate robes watched in terror. Their cries of pain and disbelief mixed into a choral lament. Level Four and Five witches raised staves halfheartedly, attempting to hold back devastation.
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Meanwhile, in Babylon, the citizens watched through the Mirror of Spring Mist, a vast enchanted screen woven from thousands of mages' Collective Sight. Scrying across enemy territory was taboo—but now, they watched in hushed unity.
> "If this battle is lost… we are lost."
Hand in hand, the people bowed their heads. A mournful melody burst across the air—a funeral hymn of fate, courage, hope, and despair.
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At Babylon's Palace, ministers trembled as they witnessed the titanic clash on magic's grandest scale.
> "This is... the pinnacle of Legendary Mage power," one whispered.
Memories of Gilgamesh's ancient war—when gods themselves trembled—flashed in their minds.
> "We must win."
Lilith gripped her staff, sweat pooling in her palms. Thoughts of their unassuming pet—this "Slime"—fuelled her resolve. He has grown so much.
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At Elizabeth's Coven, the seven witches gasped, hands locked together. Melly's voice shook:
> "It's our Slime… our little magic pet!"
He had tinkered endlessly with screws, wrenches, and gears. Now, the prototype was gone—replaced by a celestial engine of war.
> "Could this… truly be our Slime—this Sixth Level Wizard?"
They wept quietly—protective panic mingling with pride. The tiny Slime who once hugged their knees now challenged the Empress of Death!
> "He promised… he'd become the Magic Emperor."
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High in the violent skies, Medusa spoke calmly, without fear.
> "So… you survived with era-spells and alchemy? Have you truly opened the Gates of Truth?"
Her expression turned solemn.
> "Now… I summon my greatest power. The might I bear as the Empress of Death. I command the boundary between life and death. I will call upon the strongest man in all history." She closed her eyes. "We cross into forbidden sorcery."
She referenced ancient knowledge—her teacher Circe's forbidden text: "Resurrection."
> "Though I have not mastered resurrection... I can… I can summon one name that transcends mortality."
She whispered:
> "Oh, lost soul… Break the gates of the underworld: forbidden magic—Stygian Rose, Gilgamesh!"
A shadow rose. A colossal black rose bud ascended, dark lightning illuminating its petals. Within it, the legendary spectral king Gilgamesh was reborn—blade in hand, expression empty of pity.
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At the palace, Lilith gasped.
> "Gilgamesh…"
In Babylon's throne room, shock froze the crowd.
> "Impossible. The sword of a king who battled gods?"
Everyone watched as the sword dropped toward the battlefield: the most legendary attack in human myth.
> Boom.
A moment of silence fell. No wind. No rain. No flight of birds. No breath—even time itself seemed to halt as Gilgamesh's blade descended.