Lili and the Hestia Familia were poised to crush the Apollo Familia.
Days earlier, Lili and Tifa had overpowered Hyakinthos together.
Now, bolstered by five days of intense growth, their strength had surged, joined by three new Level 2 lee elves.
The unranked mbers' basic abilities neared S-rank, and Orsted's arsenal—magic items, potions, and spatial transfer triggers—ensured their edge.
If danger struck, the triggers would whisk them back to Hearth Mansion's safety.
As a final safeguard, Senie's Level 4-equivalent strength, even without Falna, lood as backup.
Though confident in the outco, Orsted was eager to see Lili's team in action.
Future expeditions, especially in deep floors, demanded teamwork over individual prowess.
A scattered team risked disaster, even with intelligence.
Soone needed to lead cohesively, and this War Ga would test their ttle.
After gazing at Shre Old Castle Ruins, Orsted produced a bead.
With a tap, it dissolved into light, forming a screen before him—a custom magic item for remote viewing, inspired by the divine mirror and akin to Fels's crystal ball from the ani, given to Ais via Lulune of Hers's Familia.
Orsted dubbed it a "magic mirror," distinct from the gods' divine mirror, projecting images directly into the air unlike Fels's limited crystal.
As Orsted activated it, Orario's gods and adventurers gawked, toggling between his screen and their divine mirrors.
"Is that a divine mirror?" an adventurer muttered, bemused by the recursive sight.
"Hestia's Familia has magic items," another noted.
"This War Ga won't be a slaughter."
Magic items, unlike magic swords, offered diverse abilities, so ga-changing.
Recognizing Orsted's item, adventurers sensed an upset, their interest piqued.
What seed a one-sided Apollo victory now promised intrigue, spreading through Orario's taverns and streets.
Gods echoed their curiosity.
"Ottar, did he give Orsted that item?" Freya asked in Babel, eyes narrowing at the divine mirror's feed.
"It resembles a divine mirror, but I doubt even he could craft such a high-level item," Ottar replied calmly.
"Given Hestia's Familia's material stockpiling, Orsted likely developed Mystery to an advanced degree swiftly. He probably made it himself."
Freya paused, her gaze on Orsted's image intensifying with fervor.
In the Assembly Hall, Hestia faced a barrage of questions but clenched her teeth, refusing to boast about Orsted's prowess, ignoring the gods' prodding.
Beneath the Babel, in the Guild's prayer room, Fels—a skeletal sage who'd mastered Mystery and resurrection magic centuries ago—erged before Ouranos's altar.
"Ouranos, no objections now, right?" he asked.
"Wait until this War Ga ends," Ouranos replied, his divine mirror fixed on Orsted, as if weighing a decision.
Fels's words hinted at a dungeon issue requiring Orsted's involvent.
"Understood, but I recomnd Orsted regardless," Fels said, sinking into the shadows.
Ouranos remained still, silently studying Orsted's image.
The divine mirror's divine power was flawless—Orsted felt no spying sensation despite Orario's scrutiny. He focused on Lili's team through his magic mirror.
"Just like the ani," he murmured, smiling. "Lili's magic is perfect for this."
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