Chapter 46. Spell Card: Fusion, Activate!
Within the storm-lashed expanse of Inazuma City, wind howled like a living thing, and snow veiled the battlefield in a pale, merciless shroud.
At its center, Aila and Black Aila clashed without restraint.
There was no hesitation, no probing—only killing intent. Every strike was lethal, every exchange aimed to end the other. This was their mental domain, a battlefield shaped by their own consciousness, and as their blades met, their spirits intertwined, exposing fragments of memory neither could hide.
"Pfft—!!"
"Pfft—!!!"
The sound of steel piercing flesh rang out in brutal symmetry.
Aila's tachi drove cleanly into Black Aila's chest, even as the writhing, grotesque tentacles behind Black Aila surged forward, impaling Aila through the torso. Neither withdrew. Neither faltered.
This was not a contest of skill alone—it was a struggle of existence.
"Your speed has improved,"
Black Aila remarked, stepping back, her tone eerily composed, as though this outcome had always been expected.
"You've grown weaker,"
Aila replied without hesitation.
She understood the reason. No one could endure successive assaults—from Fatui Harbingers, from Bosacius, from a hundred Millelith and Exorcists, and even the overwhelming tide of the Abyss—without consequence.
Survival itself bordered on a miracle.
Though Aila's intervention had stabilized her, Black Aila remained critically wounded, her strength diminished far beyond what she would ever admit.
"You won't win," Black Aila said calmly.
Her weakness did not equate to Aila's superiority.
From childhood, she had been tempered by relentless brutality—trained, broken, reforged. The Abyss had carved into her an experience that bordered on the monstrous. In that crucible, countless versions of herself had already perished.
If Aila had walked that same path, she would not have survived.
Though they were the same existence, their journeys had diverged too far.
"I will win,"
Aila answered, her voice unwavering.
Because she was not alone. Beyond this battlefield stood the one she trusted, and behind him, the entire Chat Group. That bond was not merely support—it was conviction. And conviction would not yield.
Black Aila let out a faint, derisive scoff.
There was no need for further words.
The wounds on her body began to close.
At the same time, the fatal injuries piercing Aila's chest also healed.
This was a mental domain. Death held no permanence here. Even if their bodies were reduced to nothing, as long as their spirits refused to yield, they would rise again.
But that did not mean the battle would last forever.
Change had already begun.
Aila's figure subtly regressed—her chest diminishing, her features softening, strands of her snow-white hair darkening toward black.
Opposite her, Black Aila matured—her frame growing taller, her form gaining definition, her pitch-black hair slowly bleaching toward white.
They were influencing one another.
A silent, inevitable convergence.
Neither knew what form the end would take, but instinct guided them both: to carve their existence into the other as deeply as possible.
To survive—one must overwrite.
"Buzz—!"
Aila tightened her grip on her blade.
Dark violet lightning flickered within her eyes. The tachi trembled, its edge humming with lethal intent as her Hydro Vision pulsed in resonance.
Electro. Cryo. Hydro.
Three elements converged upon a single point, compressing into a chilling, unstable force.
"So many borrowed powers…"
Black Aila murmured, a trace of envy slipping into her voice.
Yet she did not retreat.
Abyssal energy surged forth, cloaking her body in a writhing, pitch-black bodysuit—something alive, something defensive, something hungry.
The storm howled louder.
And once more—both of them clashed.
In the shadows, thick black tentacles twisted eerily, as though poised to launch their next attack.
"Utterly unremarkable, flat as a board, and dirt poor."
Aila stared at Black Aila's chest and openly mocked her.
"A figure like yours could never interest Young Master."
"!!!" Black Aila's aura wavered slightly, and she opened her mouth as if to respond.
But in the next instant, Aila vanished from her position, the bracelet on her wrist having turned purple at some point.
A faint Archon's pressure emanated from the bracelet.
It was a tool jointly created by Zhongli and Futsu Mitama to enhance Aila's strength. Futsu Mitama had even used his Electro Archon Authority to embed a teleportation ability within it.
At that moment, Aila activated the teleportation skill, appearing instantly before Black Aila as she swung the tachi in her hand, now imbued with three elements.
A slash, like an ink-wash stroke, burst forth from the blade, carrying the power of Electro, Cryo, and Hydro, mercilessly aimed at Black Aila's neck. She clearly intended to sever it.
"Clang—!! Zzzzzzz—!!!"
Black Aila decisively commanded seven or eight black tentacles to form a dense defensive net, intending to block the strike.
These tentacles were created through a Demon God's Authority, and their defensive capability was extraordinarily formidable.
When Futsu Mitama and Shenhe had first encountered them without understanding their nature, they had suffered a significant setback. Had Black Aila been intent on killing them at that time, then with their strength back then, they likely would have been defeated in her first wave of attacks.
"Hmph!"
Aila noticed Black Aila's confidence, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. She held the tachi in one hand while her other hand quietly pressed the broken pocket watch.
Time accelerated.
"Pfft—!!"
In an instant, Black Aila was cut in half, and the armor she had condensed from Abyssal Power tore apart like fragile paper, splitting cleanly into two.
"I truly underestimated you."
A few seconds later, Black Aila's figure reappeared not far away. She had grown slightly taller, her figure more developed, her form subtly more feminine.
Black Aila glanced at her chest and said calmly, "It seems the more times you kill me, the more I gain everything you speak of."
Originally, she had not cared about her figure at all. In battle, such features were nothing more than a hindrance. A smaller, more compact body was far more efficient.
But now, because someone occupied her thoughts, she began to care about such things.
Aila put away her pocket watch, looked at Black Aila, and said calmly, "Then why not stand still and let me kill you?"
"Because if I defeat you, I will possess it as well,"
Black Aila replied decisively. This was a battle of fusion. Regardless of the outcome, both sides would take everything from the other.
"Your current state is no match for me." Aila leveled her frost-radiating tachi at Black Aila.
At this moment, she was supremely confident. Her overall strength was far from weak, her condition was at its peak, and she possessed both the tools given by Young Master and the rewards obtained from the Chat Group.
Frankly, she could not see how she would lose. She even found it somewhat absurd that Black Aila had initiated the fusion battle prematurely instead of recovering further beforehand.
Clearly, Black Aila could have improved her condition before starting this battle. But since she had willingly abandoned that advantage, if Aila won, there would be nothing to question.
"Yes, you have many tools, and I envy you. Perhaps this is the power of bonds."
Black Aila openly admitted her envy. Aila's rapid growth was not only due to her exceptional talent, but also her master and Young Master's connections.
With layers of enhancement, her raw strength had risen dramatically, supplemented by numerous powerful and peculiar tools.
If not for those tools—Aila would have already lost.
"Pfft!"
Before Aila could react, she saw a small hand emerge from her chest, clutching her heart.
"?!!!!!" Aila's pupils shrank violently. When?! She had not reacted at all!
What was happening? Why had her intuition failed?
"Perhaps I should explain," Black Aila's calm voice came from behind her. "I learned many things in the Fatui."
"Among them…a small technique: how to evade others' intuition and strike them down decisively. Do you think it was coincidence that I nearly became a Fatui Harbinger at such a young age?"
Black Aila's figure appeared behind Aila, her tone composed. "The Authority of Shadows can erase all my presence and killing intent."
"And~ who said I could only create tentacles? You were deceived by your own perception."
Before Aila's eyes, the "Black Aila" she had been facing dissolved into a pool of ink and vanished into the shadows.
At the same time, Black Aila crushed Aila's heart without hesitation.
But that alone was not enough. Black tentacles surged from her back, piercing multiple holes through Aila's body.
Moments later, Aila's figure vanished and reformed at a distance, her expression slightly displeased.
Her chest had diminished further, her appearance more youthful, and more strands of black had crept into her hair.
"Now you understand, don't you?" Black Aila said calmly. "You have no chance of victory. I am invincible."
She was confident—completely confident. Even in her weakened state, she did not consider herself inferior. She had initiated the fusion battle early not out of carelessness, but to avoid unnecessary variables.
She did not wish to overwhelm Aila completely. After all, they were the same being. Excessive imbalance might introduce unforeseen outcomes.
Black Aila disliked uncertainty.
Thus, even in a severely injured state, without relying on external tools, she sought to prove that she could still remain undefeated.
It was precisely this confidence that had brought her to the threshold of becoming a Fatui Harbinger. Her strength was sufficient—only reputation and recognition were lacking.
Had she not regained her memories through her experience in the Abyss, then with that accumulated combat experience alone, she would already hold that position.
"I won't fall for the same trick again."
Aila narrowed her eyes. She could feel Black Aila's strength—but she would not lose. Absolutely not.
She raised her hand, and talismans began to circle around her.
"Heh."
Seeing this, Black Aila's lips curved slightly. With a single step forward, seven or eight identical versions of herself appeared.
Their auras, movements, and presence were indistinguishable, black tentacles unfurling behind each of them.
Aila's expression darkened. She activated her Vision fully, and several Hydro afterimages holding tachis formed beside her.
"And can you tell which one is the real me?"
The Black Ailas spoke in unison, their smiles identical, their voices perfectly synchronized. "Without certain capabilities, how could I have escaped from someone like Dottore?"
"You are still too naive—or perhaps too protected by Young Master. As 'you,' I acknowledge your growth. But it is merely acknowledgment. If this is all you have, you cannot defeat me."
Aila said nothing.
She knew it was true—but truth did not determine the outcome.
For this moment, she had prepared extensively. Black Aila's mastery of the Demon God's Authority was impressive, but not insurmountable.
Which one was real?
There was no need to determine it.
She would eliminate all of them.
The Hydro afterimages tightened their grip on their blades. Aila did the same, pure Hydro energy condensing along the edge of her tachi.
No Cryo. No incomplete Authority.
Only pure Hydro.
She moved—and so did they.
A dragon's roar erupted.
A colossal Hydro dragon surged forth alongside their synchronized strike, roaring as it charged toward Black Aila.
Black Aila remained unfazed. She and her clones unleashed their tentacles, entangling the massive construct.
The clash between shadow and water created a spectacular collision.
In the distant Tenshukaku, Futsu Mitama had already arrived. Activating the group livestream, he observed everything clearly.
"My, my~ quite the spectacle?" he murmured, stroking his chin.
One side wielded writhing tentacles, the other commanded a roaring Hydro dragon—what exactly was this battle becoming?
The Hydro dragon raged, only to be ensnared by the tentacles. Yet its destructive force was undeniable; several Black Ailas were struck by the aftermath, dissolving instantly into ink.
Clearly, the clones could not withstand direct hits.
"Swish—!!"
Aila unleashed another strike—a massive crescent of blue light that swept forward once more.
Black Aila responded with Abyssal Power surging through her body, black armor forming instantly as she leapt upward, shattering the Hydro dragon with a single punch.
The remaining clones reinforced themselves as well, their tentacles hardening as they blocked the incoming slash.
"Pfft!"
Aila vanished again. In the next instant, she reappeared, her blade already piercing the chest of the Black Aila who had destroyed the dragon.
"You guessed wrong!" the figure grinned, dissolving into dark ink that transformed into attacking tentacles.
Aila remained expressionless. Her bracelet shifted to a pale gold hue, and a Geo Shield manifested around her, rendering the tentacles ineffective.
She activated the pocket watch again, disappearing and reappearing across the battlefield in rapid succession.
"Die!"
Her blade flashed once more, now imbued with Electro. A massive arc of destructive energy swept outward, cutting through everything in its path.
Neither tentacles nor Abyssal Power could withstand it.
The clones were annihilated, reduced to ink.
At last, only the original Black Aila remained.
She gazed at Aila, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. The functionality of these tools was layered and relentless.
She was envious.
But…had Young Master arrived?
Instinctively, she glanced toward the Tenshukaku. Within this mental domain, her control allowed her to detect any anomaly immediately.
"Where are you looking?!"
Aila's cold voice cut through the air as her blade descended.
Black Aila said nothing. She blocked with her tentacles while retreating swiftly.
Her movements changed—becoming restrained, almost refined.
She was aware of being watched. She was a lady, after all—unlike the version of herself that pursued victory with reckless brutality.
Aila noticed the shift.
And responded in kind.
The previously savage, blood-soaked clash gradually transformed, becoming subtly restrained under the presence of an observer.
Within the group livestream, those watching could not help but discuss what they were witnessing.
This battle was unlike anything they had seen.
One soul, divided into two consciousnesses.
Now forced to determine supremacy.
The loser—erased.
The victor—inherit everything.
It could be said that such a battle was an exceedingly rare sight, even during the Archon War.
Thus, within the Chat Group, communication surged forward at a pace akin to a constantly refreshing screen.
[Raiden Makoto: "Has it finally begun? This is much later than I expected."]
[Raiden Ei: "This is fate—an unavoidable fate. Divided souls are destined to merge once more."]
[Yae Miko: "Like how Makoto will inevitably return?"]
[Raiden Ei: "Yes, I believe that day will come."]
[Zhongli: "Alas, there can only be one victor in this battle. Even if Futsu Mitama arrives, it will not change the outcome—at most, it will merely delay the inevitable."]
[Maha Rukkhadevata: "If possible, it is best not to interfere. A swift conclusion is preferable to prolonged suffering. Although I understand your distress, if you continue to intervene—"]
[Venti: "Though I dislike being the bearer of bad news, there is truly nothing that can be done. Even if you, Futsu Mitama, possess a Gnosis, it would be the same."]
[Venti: "Do not overestimate the Gnosis. Its function is far from as omnipotent as you imagine. Just as gods themselves are not omnipotent—@Eula, what is this dish you made? It tastes quite good."]
[Eula: "This dish is called 'Raging Waves Style,' and I prepared it myself. Also—what exactly is happening right now? I'm still rather confused. Why is everyone trying to persuade Futsu Mitama?"]
[Albedo: "To put it simply, do you see the maid of his currently engaged in battle?"]
[Eula: "Yes."]
[Albedo: "Their names are Aila and Black Aila. Strictly speaking, they are the same individual. Due to the Fatui Harbinger Dottore, they were split into two separate existences."]
[Eula: "That man again?! Why does this damned Dottore seem to be everywhere?"]
[Sangonomiya Kokomi: "It seems the Fatui Harbingers are unwelcome presences regardless of location."]
[Kuki Shinobu: "No, it's simply that Dottore committed something particularly atrocious in Mondstadt."]
[Klee: "He's a big bad guy!"]
[Albedo: "That man is ruthless. After separating Aila and Black Aila, he intends to 'merge' them again in the future to create an artificial Archon."]
[Albedo: "However, unforeseen circumstances seem to have occurred. Aila wandered off and arrived in Inazuma. In the Chat Group's footage, she was taken in by Futsu Mitama amidst a snowstorm."]
[Albedo: "As a result, the two grew up in entirely different environments. They later reconnected due to a certain Adeptus. Afterward, Black Aila sought to merge with Aila. After all, their souls are incomplete, and upon meeting, conflict is inevitable."]
[Albedo: "Strictly speaking, however, it is not a battle."]
[Cyno: "It is a fusion. According to Sumeru's understanding, severed souls naturally seek to reunite into a complete existence. Around four hundred years ago, a scholar from the Akademiya researched this. Due to its atrocious nature and extreme instability—"]
[Cyno: "That scholar was exiled, yet the same experiment is now being reenacted here. This Dottore…truly heinous."]
[Kamisato Ayaka: "Dottore appears to be from Sumeru."]
[Keqing: "More importantly, how does Futsu Mitama intend to stop them? By force? If he were to intervene now, with his strength, he should be capable of stopping both of them, correct?"]
[Azhdaha: "Forceful intervention is ill-advised. There are times when brute strength cannot resolve everything."]
[Yae Miko: "A gentler method is required. However, neither Makoto, nor Ei, nor any of the other gods possess a solution. We can only hope for a check-in item."]
[Guizhong: "Delaying for the sake of a check-in item is far too uncertain."]
[Maha Rukkhadevata: "Moreover, severed souls are highly unstable. Aila may be stable due to the Chat Group, but Black Aila is different. She is akin to a bomb. If she detonates, Aila will inevitably suffer as well."]
[Maha Rukkhadevata: "Thus, it is best to let nature take its course. Though regrettable, refraining from interference is the optimal choice."]
[Shenhe: "Futsu Mitama checked in and obtained an item."]
[Eula: "Obtained an item? I thought check-ins only granted experience?"]
[Cyno: "Checked in? Where? Hmm… ninety-nine experience? What does that signify?"]
[Yae Miko: "An item from a check-in? Hahahahaha—impossible! Absolutely impossible!"]
[Albedo: "???? He actually obtained an item?!"]
[Guizhong: "What?!"]
[Raiden Makoto: "This…he truly obtained one?!"]
[Raiden Ei: "..."]
[Maha Rukkhadevata: "Remarkable. Futsu Mitama has long stated he has never obtained an item from check-ins."]
[Venti: "What did he get? Curious—very curious! And yet he didn't even show it off. That's unusual."]
[Zhongli: "Indeed, that aligns with common reasoning."]
[Klee: "Yay!!!"]
[Paimon: "Eh? You all didn't know?"]
[Paimon: "We're still solving the puzzle. We'll get the Fantastic Compass soon—no surprises there. I thought Futsu Mitama already told you."]
[Lumine: "He did obtain an item. Judging from his expression, he was extremely pleased. It must be something very powerful."]
[Lumine: "I have a feeling that item can resolve Aila and Black Aila's situation. Otherwise, I can't imagine why he would react that way."]
[Paimon: "Hehe~ I think so too. We were too far away to see it clearly. Kokomi and Shenhe were closest—they should know."]
[Sangonomiya Kokomi: "Yes, I saw it clearly. It appeared to be two cards."]
[Shenhe: "They were indeed two cards, though I do not know their effects."]
[Cyno: "Cards? Is that so?"]
[Cyno: "[Image], [Image], [Image], [Image]."]
[Kamisato Ayaka: "Genius Invokation TCG?"]
[Yae Miko: "They look quite new as well."]
[Sangonomiya Kokomi: "Somewhat similar."]
[Shenhe: "Similar, but not entirely the same."]
[Cyno: "Hmm~! When can I use this check-in function again?"]
[Maha Rukkhadevata: "It refreshes at six in the morning. Do not place too much hope in it. Everyone has used it countless times and only ever received experience."]
[Maha Rukkhadevata: "However, Futsu Mitama was so excited yet said nothing. It likely relates to Aila."]
[Venti: "We'll know soon enough by watching."]
[Raiden Makoto: "Indeed."]
[Raiden Ei: "Futsu Mitama has moved."]
Within the group livestream, after witnessing the escalating battle between Aila and Black Aila, Futsu Mitama ceased being a mere spectator and flew directly toward them.
As he approached, both Aila and Black Aila sensed his presence. After a brief clash, they separated.
Even so, their appearances continued to change.
Futsu Mitama landed and observed them, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. Their condition was even more delicate than he had anticipated.
Aila, who once possessed waist-length snow-white hair and a graceful, curvaceous figure, had diminished slightly. Not merely in stature, but in every aspect—her face appeared younger, her frame more petite, and her originally full D+ figure had reduced to a C cup, altering her entire presence.
In contrast, Black Aila had matured further. Her form now stood firmly within that of a young woman, her temperament and figure both elevated. At the same time, strands of white had begun to appear within her raven-black hair.
Each bore traces of the other.
"Young Master." ×2
They exchanged a glance and bowed in perfect unison, like mirrored reflections.
"Good, good, good. It seems I arrived in time."
Futsu Mitama watched them with visible satisfaction. To him, this was how things should be. There was no need for them to fight. It was far more appropriate for them to remain at his side.
"Arrived in time?"
Aila tilted her head slightly, confusion flickering across her face. Black Aila mirrored the sentiment with a questioning gaze.
In their view, his first words should have been to stop them.
"Yes." He nodded. "I am here to stop your fusion battle. You should understand why."
"You seek to determine a victor, but I want both of you. Aila, do not blame me for being greedy. No man would refuse such a temptation."
Silence followed.
The two exchanged another glance, something complex surfacing within their eyes. If it were possible, neither of them wished for this battle. Yet the fusion had already begun. Even without fighting, their souls would continue to merge.
This was inevitable.
"Young Master, please forgive me." Aila bowed once more, her voice steady. "As your maid, I will comply with any request—but not this."
She remained unaware of the item Futsu Mitama had obtained. During the battle, all her focus had been directed at Black Aila.
"After this is over, how you choose to deal with 'me' will be your decision."
Black Aila also bowed. "But for now, please observe. This battle will conclude soon. I will claim victory—even if it earns your resentment."
"I will win," Aila responded firmly.
Black Aila frowned. "With such a disparity, do you still believe that?"
Aila's gaze sharpened. "Do you truly think that was my full strength?"
One believed victory certain. The other still held an unrevealed trump card.
But at this point…none of it mattered.
Futsu Mitama sighed softly, covering his face.
Then, he extended his hand.
A card appeared within his grasp.
"??"
"!!"
Aila and Black Aila saw Futsu Mitama take out a card, and their expressions subtly diverged.
Black Aila's gaze carried clear puzzlement, unable to comprehend why the Young Master would produce such a thing at this moment.
Aila, however, seemed to have realized something. Her pupils contracted slightly, as though an instinctive premonition warned her that what was about to unfold would far exceed the bounds of her imagination.
"I said it before—I want it all!" Futsu Mitama looked at Aila and Black Aila, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious.
"Spell Card—Fusion! Activate!"
"I will fuse Aila and Black Aila on the field as sacrifices!"
"Descend!!! the True Aila!!!"
Accompanied by his somewhat chuunibyou declaration, the Fusion card in his hand erupted with a dazzling white brilliance. In an instant, that radiance surged forward and merged directly into the bodies of Aila and Black Aila.
At that moment, both Aila and Black Aila felt an irresistible force pour into them, vast and absolute, leaving no room for resistance.
"Buzz—!!!"
Their bodies dissolved into two spheres of light. The two white orbs hovered briefly—then were drawn together, merging into one. In the next instant, a golden radiance burst forth, illuminating everything in its surroundings.
"Wow~ so dazzling!" Futsu Mitama instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes, unable to help himself as the brilliance grew almost blinding.
Yet even through the overwhelming light, he could clearly perceive it—within that golden glow, an utterly terrifying aura was awakening.
An indescribable pressure spread outward, centered upon the golden core, rippling through the entire space.
"Rumble—!!!"
Streaks of dark purple lightning tore across the sky above the storm-lashed Inazuma City.
And whether it was illusion or reality, Futsu Mitama felt it distinctly—the shadows cast by the surrounding structures trembled faintly, as though responding to the birth of something that should not be ignored.
"Hmm? This feeling—"
Futsu Mitama narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing intently on the origin of the golden light.
It was familiar.
The aura of an Demon God.
Just as Tartaglia had once been able to recognize at a glance that he had stepped into the Demon God Realm, Futsu Mitama now sensed it just as clearly—Aila's presence had crossed that threshold.
No… not just presence. Her very life fluctuations had become fundamentally different from those of ordinary beings.
And yet—what were these two distinct fluctuations?
They had been incomplete powers. So how had they grown to such an extent? Had they…truly been completed?
As that thought passed through his mind, the golden light gradually receded.
At its center stood a girl.
A delicate, exquisitely beautiful girl clad in a maid's uniform, her eyes gently closed. Every aspect of her form—her features, her proportions—seemed as though they had been meticulously sculpted by the hands of a divine creator.
Her hair flowed in dual tones—white and black intertwined.
White, representing Aila.
Black, representing Black Aila.
And the existence before him—was a perfect convergence of both.
She radiated the unmistakable aura of an Archon. Around her, the mental domain trembled violently, undergoing profound and sweeping transformation.
Above, dark purple lightning continued to rumble.
Below, shadows quivered in silent acknowledgment.
As though a deity had been reborn.
Aila—had ascended. She had stepped into the Demon God Realm.
If Dottore had been present to witness this scene, he would undoubtedly have been overcome with ecstasy—this was precisely the outcome he had sought.
"It seems it succeeded." Futsu Mitama exhaled softly, a trace of emotion in his voice as he quietly produced another card—the Fusion Release.
Aila slowly opened her eyes.
Those wine-red pupils settled upon Futsu Mitama. Then, without hesitation, she performed a flawless maid's bow.
"Young Master~ how did you accomplish this?" Her voice carried a complex undercurrent. She raised one hand, slowly clenching it as she murmured, "The incomplete Archon power…has actually been completed."
"This is something that even the Tsaritsa—no, not even the exalted Heavenly Principles—could achieve."
"And yet… our current state… is so harmonious?"
That voice—calm yet uncertain—clearly belonged to Black Aila's consciousness. Confusion lingered within it, as though she herself could not fully grasp what had just occurred.
Aila, however, raised her other hand. Dark purple lightning flickered softly within her palm as she spoke with composed clarity.
"This is an item. Young Master obtained it through check-in. We have fused perfectly…and this Archon power…has been completed automatically."
She paused briefly, her gaze softening.
"However… I feel very good right now. At last…I have finally caught up to Young Master."
There was unmistakable emotion in her voice.
All this time, she had been chasing his pace.
And yet Futsu Mitama, aided by the Chat Group, had advanced as though defying all logic—reaching the Archon Realm in less than a year and a half.
Now, through the fusion of Aila and Black Aila, she too had arrived at that same height.
Even so, Aila felt no dissatisfaction—only genuine happiness. Though another "self" now existed within her, this body…was undeniably powerful.
Two complete Demon Gods' powers.
A terrifying physical vessel.
A mental domain still undergoing evolution.
Even now, the power within her continued to rise—this transformation had not yet reached its conclusion.
"Just as I expected." Futsu Mitama nodded faintly, a smile forming as he confirmed that both Aila and Black Aila were safe and intact.
That was enough.
Once their strength stabilized, he could use Fusion Release to separate them again.
In that case, this melodramatic fusion battle would never need to reach its original conclusion.
"What is this?"
At that moment, Aila's attention shifted. She looked toward the translucent screen before her, her eyes narrowing slightly as she spoke.
"Is this…the Chat Group that I was previously unable to perceive?"
After the fusion, Black Aila's consciousness now seemed capable of seeing it as well.
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