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With its fiery lasso, the beast pulled Patrick closer, its mouth gaping wide as it inched towards Patrick\'s head. Slimy drool coated Patrick\'s face as he braced himself for the pain he knew was coming.

"Sat! What on earth are you doing!?" A familiar voice thundered from behind the beast.

At the sound of this voice, the beast hastily stepped back and transformed into its dog form. A comical black fur patch covered one of its eyes amidst its otherwise white fur, resembling a Dalmatian but with longer fur denoting a mixed breed.

The fiery beast, possessing the power of a Hell Lord, was none other than Sat, a mischievous dog with a penchant for pranks, especially on Patrick whom it didn\'t particularly like. Despite knowing that Patrick wasn\'t its actual prey, Sat couldn\'t resist the opportunity to tease the human who had caused its little lady master some discomfort with that abominable contraption called a bicycle.

Whimper

Sat quickly acted cute, wagging its tail and sending puppy eyes towards the source of the voice, Greed, one of its lady masters. Sat approached Greed, nudging her with its nose and exposing its belly in a display of cuteness.

"Bad dog! You knew it was Patrick all along and yet you still pranked him. Naughty dog!" Greed scolded, though her smile betrayed her words as she struggled to contain her laughter after witnessing Sat\'s antics with Patrick.

"Wait, that\'s Sat!? What in the world!? Did Daniel raid Mammon\'s domain and bring back a new type of Hellhound as a souvenir!?" Patrick exclaimed, quickly wiping Sat\'s saliva from his head and face.

"Well…" Greed paused for a moment, contemplating her response. It wasn\'t precisely like that, but she wasn\'t sure if Daniel wanted Patrick to know the full story. "Something along those lines," she replied with a shrug. After all, Sat was ultimately a creation of hell, so Patrick\'s statement wasn\'t entirely off base.

Patrick regarded Sat and Greed skeptically, then cast a water spell to clean his face, deciding to let the matter slide. He didn\'t want to provoke that troublesome dog any further.

"Is everyone safe?" Patrick inquired.

"Yes, with Sat around, those people can\'t do anything," Greed confirmed, nodding at Patrick.

— Golden Empire Tower —

On the rooftop of San Francisco\'s tallest building, the Golden Empire Building, Envy sat on the rooftop floor surrounded by a magic circle. This circle was vital as it allowed her to channel the immense mana from the Chromatic Philosopher\'s Stone that Daniel had entrusted to her as Sat\'s treat.

With just three stones, she could supplement her mana usage, sustaining the shield that protected the entire city for hours. However, she couldn\'t leave this spot as she served as the conduit for the spell. Setting up a spell of this magnitude that could function independently required much more time and resources than she currently possessed.

The enemy\'s powerful bound field spell had likely been in preparation for years, catching Envy off guard as she typically resided in the Hightower in the United Kingdom. Reflecting on this, she speculated that it was likely a faction within the Path of Knowledge that had orchestrated the bound field spell.

This spell not only repelled any reinforcement from coming as they will be subconsciously redirected to other places but it also restricted all of the information to the outside world.

While lost in thought, Envy suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings. She turned to see Michaela flying in, accompanied by Koyuki. Koyuki, still in her casual clothing, was visibly shivering from the cold wind on the rooftop.

"Ah, damn it! I should have worn more clothes!" she complained, hugging herself tightly to ward off the chill.

"Hmm, is your constitution weakening? I recall when you were still Wrath, you had no issues walking around Antarctica in just your bikini," Envy remarked, eyeing Koyuki.

"That was then, this is now! I\'m not as physically robust as I used to be. Now, I\'m just Koyuki with a fragment of Orochi\'s soul inside me," Koyuki explained.

"What about the utility spells I taught you? Like the warmth spell that could keep your body warm? Can\'t you use that?" Envy inquired, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Heh, you know me... I wasn\'t the best student, and after losing the power of Wrath along with my Insignia, I can\'t use those spells anymore," Koyuki admitted with a playful tone, sticking out her tongue slightly.

As her teacher, Envy felt a pang of frustration, wanting to slap those perky butt of her student, shaking some sense into her and re-teach her magic. However, she sighed in resignation.

"So, can you still fight? Can you summon Orochi to battle Scylla?" Envy got straight to the point of why she had called Koyuki here.

"Yes, I can. But forget about my Western Magic; since my soul was repaired by Orochi\'s fragment, my magic channels don\'t seem to align well with Western spells. Even a simple light spell now requires two or three times the mana it used to," Koyuki explained.

She explains an additional reason why she\'s not good at western magic anymore, not that it was solely because she\'s being a bit lazy when it came to learning Western magic. Ok… maybe it is because she\'s lazy, but she definitely won\'t let Envy know that.

Taking a deep breath, Koyuki retrieved several talismans from her mother. During her time in Japan, her mother, a powerful Miko, had taught her the art of Onmyoji magic. Perhaps due to her bloodline, Koyuki found herself more adept at this magic than the Western spells Envy had taught her.

Koyuki began chanting a poetic incantation in Japanese, part of the ritual to summon the Japanese God of Calamity, Yamata No Orochi. She danced around on the rooftop, drawing a huge surge of Mana from the land. Envy quickly fetched several Chromatic Philosopher\'s stones and threw them at Koyuki\'s feet.

The immense mana from the Chromatic Philosopher\'s stones was drawn out by the ritual to summon Yamata No Orochi. As the mana coalesced, Koyuki\'s body floated into the sky, and a white mana construct began to form around her.

The mana construct took the shape of the eight-headed snake, a colossal structure that was large but slightly smaller than Scylla. It was a far cry from the real Orochi, which was said to be the size of the entire Japan. This difference was because Koyuki only had one soul fragment within her body out of the eight sealed around Japan.

For the first time in San Francisco, the visage of the God of Calamity, Yamata No Orochi, was revealed for all the people to see. The mana construct slowly descended to the bay where Scylla awaited. A thunderous roar from the God of Calamity reverberated throughout the San Francisco Bay area.

As if issuing a challenge, Scylla screamed back at the Orochi Mana Construct, its six monstrous heads roaring in response. The two sea monsters, Calamity and God, locked eyes, each seemingly trying to discern the other\'s weakness.

"Okay… let\'s see what Scylla can do," Koyuki, suspended within the Orochi Mana Construct, began controlling it with hand signs to unleash one of Orochi\'s powers.

Roaaarrrr!!!

The Orochi roared loudly, causing dark clouds to gather overhead as electricity crackled and thunder rumbled within them, gathering power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several large thunderbolts descended from the sky toward Scylla below, punishing the sea monster with thunderous strikes. However, Scylla only suffered superficial burns. One of Scylla\'s heads then opened its mouth, unleashing a purplish fireball at the floating Orochi.

Boom!

The purple fireball exploded, its power starting to corrode the mana construct. Koyuki quickly used her mana to repair the damage inflicted on her mana construct.

"Tch! It\'s too weak, huh? How about this!" Koyuki clicked her tongue before making another hand sign, this time taking a few seconds longer.

The thundering sound of electricity crackling in the sky echoed louder this time. It took more time to gather energy, but soon, a brilliant blue light began to shine in the sky, growing larger and larger until it coalesced into a single point. Then, like a divine judgment, the gathered energy of hundreds upon hundreds of thunderbolts descended toward the sea monster below.

Boooooooooooooom!

The thunder struck squarely at Scylla\'s head, burning it as the large blue bolt engulfed half of Scylla\'s body and vaporized the water below with its intense heat.

Screeecchhhh!

Scylla roared in agony as its female head and parts of its body vaporized under the thunder\'s burning assault. The thunder lingered for a few more seconds before vanishing. Now, Scylla was left with only half of its body, yet it remained alive, and the vaporized portion began to regenerate itself.