Older Sister's power was not inexhaustible. After she used the crystal fragments to complete a ritualistic strike against the enemy fleet, she could no longer perform another Curse Ritual of such power. The enhanced Misfortune Reversal Aura, which possessed explosive force and an extremely high probability of reversal, also shut down. She wearily sat back in her chair and took a few light breaths. "Whew... My head's a little dizzy."
Just now, she had unleashed her full power, so her darker personality had taken absolute control. She seemed especially forceful, proactive, battle-hungry, even carrying a malicious delight in toying with the enemy in the palm of her hand. But now that she had temporarily weakened her power, her personality had shifted back toward the usual gentle Older Sister. Looking at the crystal fragments still floating around her, which had truly become one hundred percent decorative now, she smiled softly. "I can still maintain a low-intensity Misfortune Reversal Aura, so we don't need to worry about our defenses. But launching another surprise attack on the Fallen Apostle fleet is impossible."
This was already enough. Crippling an entire fleet with a handful of Crystal Sand dust—such combat power would be a miracle anywhere. If this were a game, she would at least be a boss that a hundred-man raid would dare challenge. I couldn't expect Older Sister to do any better than this. I let her rest for the moment and turned my attention back to the battlefield. The fighting in space was at its fiercest.
The Fallen Apostles had been tormented by Misfortune Reversal several times. They would surely become more cautious because of it. Perhaps their commander would even identify some pattern, such as the New Empire fleet entering a bizarre state every ten minutes, one that could reflect nearly