Meowth, which had not been registered in [Paradise], needed regular mana replenishment to survive outside for long periods.
Dark Demon had not mastered the Dream Mana-Replenishment Technique, so he could only recall it.
As his breathing gradually steadied, movement suddenly stirred within the dark dormitory.
The Magic Spirits lifted the corners of their blankets and opened their eyes one after another.
But that night, the usual battle for beds did not take place.
Bathed in moonlight, the Magic Spirits gathered on the balcony, communicating solely through their eyes as they brought out the tools and materials they had hidden separately and began the nighttime activity they had been carrying on for some time.
Leaping tongues of flame licked the bottom of the cauldron, while a black, paste-like substance churned inside it like a witch brewing a potion.
Sylveon, who could manipulate tools with its ribbons, and the nimble-fingered Gatomon were the main forces behind the "potion brewing."
The two Magic Spirits, who usually could not stand each other, had actually chosen to cooperate for some unspeakable purpose.
DemiDevimon fluttered through the air, serving as the supplier of ingredients and considering itself the one contributing the most.
Ditto shielded Trash Slime behind itself. The latter held Meowth's Magitech Card in its arms and occasionally poked its head out to stare at the flames.
Hawlucha leaned against the corner with a stern expression. Though it had been useless from start to finish, it stubbornly held its post.
Miltank tried more than once to pour its milk into the cauldron, only to be sternly stopped by Teacher Shuckle each time!
The products produced by Magic Spirits themselves were ultimately magical constructs that would disappear and could not be used in any substantive alchemy.
They had already failed many times because of Miltank's stubbornness.