The blood moon’s glow dyed the starry sky crimson. Its murky light drizzled down, calmly enveloping the entire forest.

"O Far Beyond the Firmament, bestow the light that pierces all confusion—"

Though my clothes and most magic items had disintegrated from the last strike, the Teleportation Ring on my finger and the Stardevouring Staff gripped tightly in my hand remained functional.

This time, before casting my offensive spell, I grew extra cautious. I chanted to raise a transparent ice barrier before me while keeping my fingers firmly on the ring.

Fortunately, the beast either assumed I was defenseless after the previous attack or simply had no interest in a naked little girl. It didn’t interrupt my spellcasting this time.

"Pierce the confusion before me—Light of Fated Victory!"

Light erupted before me. This was the greatest difference between Angels and Milo Beasts—offensive magic.

Radiant energy surged from my palms, brilliant as dawn, flooding the area with blinding white light. In the distance, the beast turned its head, emerald-green pupils locking onto me.

But…

Though the spell launched successfully, the beam—sharp as an arrow—vanished the moment it neared the beast’s foreleg. A mere puff of its breath released a pale gray glow that dissolved my magic completely.

This… my offensive spell… didn’t even scratch its defenses.

How…? Hey, my magic can’t be this weak. After all that effort to cast it… how…? Master… that guy would definitely laugh at me. No. I can’t let him laugh…

No. Feeling the abundant magic still swirling within me, I understood instantly. This wasn’t my fault—it was the magic itself.

No matter how pure the caster’s magic, a high-tier spell wouldn’t suddenly become a forbidden art. Human magic was calibrated to human mana capacity, not an Angel’s. It was like strapping a nuclear reactor to my back while fighting with a wooden blade.

*Boom!*

A sharp crack split the air. Fireworks-like radiance exploded just ahead of me—deceptively beautiful. Yet the lethal aura within it was unmistakable.

"Master?!"

Startled by the light from the shattered barrier, Xia fluttered frantically in the air, shouting toward Tida, who leaned against a tree, her body still trembling. It was the first time I’d heard her voice.

My heart sank. Against this sixth-tier beast, I wasn’t the only one powerless. The two Elves were helpless too. Lilith was helpless too.

The beast’s roar carried a deathly chill—no joke. I might survive, but if we faltered… the Elf girls and Master… that guy could really die.

"I’m fine…" Tida steadied herself against the tree, her face impassive. But even I could hear her ragged breathing. The barrier’s collapse had clearly wounded her.

"Wandering elements of this world, heed my call! Bring blessings from the distant firmament!"

I hurriedly cast Light’s Blessing to restore their mana. But Tida turned, shaking her head calmly.

"Willpower… can’t be restored like that."