Ash was at a loss for words and asked again, "Is there nothing wrong with Youmo?"
"There's an issue, but not as severe as yours." The Mirror Demon glanced at the black and white Level Six of Hell: "Currently, the entire Hell is trapped in the fade disaster, and Youmo is no exception. This is widespread area damage, but you are the culprit who personally destroyed the mage concept, subjected to a high-precision single-target attack... Youmo's fading speed is roughly one-thousandth of yours, but to ensure her mobility, her Source Crystal consumption per second is similar to yours."
"Can't we fly up? Or use a Miracle—"
"Almost impossible. You can perceive that Level Six of Hell has become a 'mage's absolute domain,' where anything related to mage concepts rapidly fades. Simply sustaining the existence of both of you is consuming the accumulation of countless years."
