But Ash did not go to sleep. She had to fulfill her duty and remain on watch, responsible for vigilance and protection. Once the Magister fell asleep, they could no longer continuously replenish the Magic Spirits' mana. The three "Aerodactyl" had already been returned to their Magitech Cards.
The only ones left outside were a few self-sustaining Magic Spirits.
Though that was already an extremely powerful defensive force.
Ash was still new to the road, after all, and she could not help feeling uneasy.
Two hours quickly passed.
After two hours of deep sleep, Dark woke up on his own. The first thing he asked was, "Ash, how are things?" Ash relaxed slightly and said, "Nothing unusual."
Dark nodded faintly and smiled. "You should get some sleep too. Leave the rest to me."
With that, he quietly stepped out of the carriage. Once he saw Ash crawl into her sleeping bag, he closed the door.
"DemiDevimon." "Coming!"
[DemiDevimon] flew onto Dark's shoulder.
Dark stroked its head and asked softly, "They've been resting peacefully for quite a while, haven't they?"
[DemiDevimon] nodded vigorously.
Dark smiled faintly. "Then let's begin."
Their comfortable period of nearly two and a half hours was about to end. A new game was about to begin!
"In the name of Dark Dimon, Tribute Summon—Aerodactyl!"
Three "Aerodactyl" materialized once more within the Tribute Summoning circle.
Two Sword Beasts flew into the clouds. Only the [Aerodactyl (Ancient Form)], over ten meters long, let out a dragon roar after soaring high into the sky, then dove toward Ali Baba's party.
"Roar—"
After two and a half hours, the gray pterosaur that should have long been shaken off silently appeared overhead once again!
Ali Baba raised his head, his thick brows knitting tightly together. "Damn it, why is it back again?"