I and Drai kept destroying cosmic crafts. Drai's methods were so obvious that no one even tried to use those crafts, but mine were subtle enough to cause casualties. It was like a ninja randomly replacing the engine of the airplane you are going to fly on for them. For me, that was a role I had always done-except on Earth, where I thought swords were the way to go. That was stupid of me though, because I was a mage. Mages weren't supposed to do melee combat, but I thought I was, because of pure strength. Eternal Durability was a clear advantage, but I was still a mage.

The casualties were even better. I teleported into a craft that was in the air, right past the defenses and next to the core, then I swung Eternal Durability into the core, cracking it. I'd teleport out, but those less lucky would plummet to the ground, dying due to the fall and the power of the craft.

Everyone gave the jade-categories a wide berth, because collateral damage from a fight like that would instantly kill an average gold-category. It was actually a tactic for knockback specialists to knock people into the area of a few million miles next to the fight.

I checked my watch. It had only been twenty minutes since the battle began. Yet every minute felt like an hour. A blur passed my view. It was normal enough, and the fluctuations felt like two ruby-categories fighting. Yet either of those people could end my life. It was humbling, to say to the least.

I then found a late-sapphire category culling Ipagal's silver-categories. I jumped in with a swing of Eternal Durability, wounding the sapphire-category. I then opened up a spatial tear right under her. She just blocked it with some grass.

I teleported back. "Ice from outside is nothing, so ice from within shall arise." The sapphire-category visibly slowed down to the speed of an average diamond-category. "You will die." That ended the fight. I opened a spatial tear for them to run through, and I put the other end in Ipigal. It was basically a portal, but I was out of movement mana. I condensed my aura into a physical force and shepherded them through. I then opened another tear to a part of the wall where porters were behind. I grabbed a handful of movement mana pills, then ran off, eating them on the go. I then teleported out to the battle. A few more platinum-categories were doing similar things, but I ended them with a few strikes of Eternal Durability. I made sure all the surviving bronze and silver-categories from there were behind the wall, requesting them to do more auxiliary things or attack from the wall. I had a few hundred basic bow template power items, and gave the melee fighters them. They were useless at gold-category, but to a bronze or silver-category melee fighter behind a wall, they were invaluable

After I was confident all those people were dead, I called Drai and remounted. I used Drai's claws to skewer gold, diamond, and platinum-categories, while using the breath to cull massive hordes of cannon fodder. I used afflictions myself on individual high gemstone-categories to wear them down. Still, on dragonback, I had to give the jade-categories a wide berth, as gemstone and platinum-categories could fly using their own mana. The cloak was a useful power, but flying, which at my point, was the best function, was less valuable at that point from a power.

I summoned all my pefighs to me. We were going to attempt something new. I summoned my cloak. I was going to kill an emerald-category, without any miracle.