"This ship indeed used extremely precious materials to be so sturdy," Philis said in a deep voice.
"Looks like I need to get serious."
He held his magic wand, and the white Intelligent Spirit beside him sounded the alert once again.
'Level Five Spell Space Blade begins constructing.'
'Spell Base established.'
'Mana filled, activation initiated.'
'High focus mode on.'
A mass of purple-black light emerged beside him, quickly transforming into a slender purple blade.
Swish!
In the next instant, the blade fiercely pierced the Black Black Spirit's door, going in an inch deep.
Then... it fell silent.
Philis's face turned red as he exerted all his efforts to channel mana, but it was futile.
The purple blade trembled violently but couldn't penetrate any further.
"You've been a bit lax lately, Philis," Margaret from behind was already out of patience.
