Shade examined the new cards again. Faint traces of light glimmered across his body as he looked at the god across the table. The deity sat there silently. As the light flickered, new cards appeared in the grooves on the tabletop before the god: a dashing Black-haired Witch stood before a temple, sword in hand.
Crimson light flowed from the Dragon's Calamity card, while bright white light flowed from the second witch's card.
Not only the crimson and white light, but also the black and gold light of the first two cards flowed into more grooves across the tabletop. In the end, the four colors traveled through dozens of channels and converged at the center of the table.
The dragon roared, surrounded by a vast number of evil spirits, and began battling the phantoms of the two witches at the center of the table.
The flames breathed by the dragon forced the witches to join forces against it. But the Holy Swords in their hands could also inflict tremendous damage upon the dragon and the evil spirits.
Spells, Dragon Flame, curses, Holy Swords—strange lights and sounds of every color created scenes that ordinary people could never imagine. Though they were merely phantoms, the visual effects of supernatural power had not weakened in the slightest. Simply watching the battle was enough to imagine the destruction it could cause.
The battle continued for about another five minutes before temporarily coming to a halt with Mister Riddell's side claiming a narrow victory.
Mister Riddell stared wide-eyed at the tabletop. Shade, who had been keeping track of the time, restored every water-holding container in his pockets from toys to their real forms, then filled them with water using a spell.
"Mister Riddell, I have to leave for now."
They had spoken for quite a