"I might not lose."
Wito retorted seriously, "I have a clear goal, fearless courage, and an unwavering mental anchor. What do those Muggles have? Greed, lust, fear! If our consciousnesses truly merged, I might not be the one who loses!"
At that moment, Viktor frowned. "Vera is right. We can't underestimate humanity's persistence and... potential in this regard."
He paused, seemingly searching for the right words.
"Humans—even Muggles—even when they have grown so old that their bodies are about to collapse—their bodies still carry a complete 'soul,' a weighty store of memories forged from long years and complicated experiences."
He looked at Wito, then turned to survey all his kind. "Don't underestimate the weight of a soul. It isn't something a wisp of consciousness can resist."
Just then, a golden-red spark suddenly shot out of the Wardrobe Space standing beside the sofa.
Immediately afterward, a clear, melodious cry rang out—
The spark transformed into a Firebird composed entirely of dancing golden-red flames. It spread its magnificent tail feathers and circled lightly above everyone's heads.
"Ah, Mihail!"
Vera hurriedly said, "Wait, it's not time for you to do your part yet—guys, hurry up!"
Everyone promptly stopped chatting and picked up the pace.
Firebird Mihail set its sights on the top of the mahogany wine cabinet near the sofa, which had glass inlays and displayed expensive fine wines from various eras, then landed lightly upon it.
"Sizzle—!"
A wisp of green smoke curled upward. Before the flames could fully catch, Mihail hurriedly hopped away, this time landing on the chandelier.
Pop!
Several fragile lightbulbs burst, and the metal fixture began to glow faintly red.
Vera let out a soft cry of alarm, while Wito looked up at Firebird Mihail with what seemed to be a hint of envy.
Braun asked, "Has this