Even after being soaked in "Active Potion" for quite some time, it had merely been "softened," becoming capable of being smelted.
But the smelting process was extremely slow and exceptionally difficult.
After smelting only a small corner, Dark had no choice but to retrieve the bottle of "Small Phoenix Blood Potion" Professor Kazel had given him last night and drain it in one gulp.
As the potion went down his throat, an almost scalding warm current instantly coursed through his limbs and bones. His magic power activity surged to its limit, and his recovery rate increased enormously.
Feeling his magic power rapidly replenish, he finally gained the confidence to smelt the "Tower Demon" completely.
With enough effort, even an iron rod could be ground into a needle!
And so, an exceptionally prolonged battle of attrition began.
By six thirty in the morning, the Magic Spirits had already taken the initiative to pack everything they needed into a single box.
They had even folded up the bedding and sheets and put them into the wardrobe, while finding time to thoroughly clean every nook and cranny of the room—without worrying in the slightest that they might disturb Dark as he battled the "Tower Demon."
By then, Dark was completely focused, barely able to sense any activity outside.
He had finally smelted away one-third of the entire "Tower Demon"! Meanwhile, DemiDevimon was already squatting on the balcony, eating the breakfast specially brought for Dark.
Gatomon, meanwhile, sat in a recliner reading the Clown Daily. The other copy of the Great Sage Daily had ended up in Sylveon's paws. Believe it or not, some Magic Spirits had already begun paying attention to current affairs, while certain human students still knew nothing about social developments.
Another half hour passed.
Dark finally smelted the "Tower Demon"