The situation on the field was currently like this. Cloak of Levitation did not recognize many of the combatants on either side and could only make some preliminary judgments based on their energy and magical power.
It recognized Circe, having seen her before. From its "perspective," the side with three powerful mages had instead fallen into a passive position.
The Witchcraft Squad had five members: three mages and two warriors. That meant that no matter what, one witch lacked close-combat protection and had to face that group of laughing maniacs alone, dealing with all kinds of Cosmic Energy and superpower attacks.
The Great Red Dragon did not participate in the battle at all. She was wholeheartedly burning that door, her blazing flames crashing against the doorway covered in golden inscriptions like a roaring flood, scattering sparks everywhere.
Cloak of Levitation thought she was a little lacking in intelligence. Circe had promised to send her Diana to eat once the door was opened, and now the dragon could think of nothing but Diana. She was strictly fulfilling the contract, but wasn't this too rigid?
The mages' side had another problem: the attributes of the plant creature covered in red flowers and the giant zombie were incompatible. The former summoned branches and flowers from underground, but whenever the zombie approached, those plants withered.
Worse, the giant zombie obeyed no battle commands at all. He ran around smashing things everywhere, constantly muttering things like "Monday, Tuesday." He was purely an idiot.
But those laughing people on the other side also had a problem: they talked far too much. They seemed to possess an endless urge to speak. After exchanging a few blows, they would stop to chat with their enemies for a while, then laugh for a bit. This really was—
The situation