As the six figures dissolved into dust, Amelia''s gaze stayed fixed on the silhouette in the sky.
Her thoughts raced, but her body remained still, frozen by the disy of power.
The figure slowly descended, gliding effortlessly through the air.
Amelia squinted as the figure drew closer, and what she saw took her breath away, a woman, no older than herself, with a beauty that seemed otherworldly.
Her skin glowed with a soft, porcin light, and her long, dark hair flowed like eclipse, framing a face that looked almost too perfect.
Her violet eyes shimmered with a deep, unreadable emotion, as if they held the wisdom of ages.
The womannded gracefully, her presencemanding elegance.
Without hesitation, she bowed deeply.
"I''ve returned, young master," she said, her melodic voice full of respect.
Amelia blinked, thrown off. Young master?
Spark,pletely unfazed, stretchedzily.
"Took you long enough," he teased, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Amelia nced between them, her confusion growing. This powerful, ethereal woman, was she Spark''s servant?
The woman, Yuna, straightened, her cool expression softening just a bit.
"I''m sorry, young master. There were...plications." She briefly looked at the remnants of the six figures before turning her gaze back to Spark.
Spark waved it off casually.
"It''s fine. Just d you''re back." He turned to Amelia, who still stood in shock. "Amelia, this is Yuna, my attendant."
"Attendant?" Amelia echoed, still processing the scene before her.
"She''s kind of my protector," Spark exined.
He gestured to the two women. "Yuna, this is Amelia. We''ve been traveling together since... you know, I got kidnapped."
Yuna''s violet eyes flicked toward Amelia, scanning her briefly before offering a polite nod.
"It''s a pleasure," she said formally.
Amelia nodded back, still trying to make sense of everything.
"Likewise," she replied, though her tone held a touch of disbelief.
Meanwhile, Spark put on a mock-pained expression.
"You know, Yuna, without you around, I was kidnapped. Can you believe it? I had to fend off all those bad guys by myself."
Amelia watched Spark in surprise. The same man who had boasted about being the strongest was now acting like a bullied young master.
Spark ced a hand to his forehead dramatically.
"I had to fight them off like some helpless damsel," he continued with exaggerated sorrow. "It was awful."
Yuna''s expression barely changed, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, betraying a hint of amusement. "Young master, you managed perfectly well."
Amelia nced at Yuna again, both relieved and curious. This woman had effortlessly destroyed six powerful enemies with a singlemand.
To have such powerful person as attendant, What other secrets did Spark have?
Yuna then stepped forward, her face softening. "Lady Sophia is concerned about your absence. She has asked me to bring you home."
"I figured mother would start worrying," he said with a light chuckle. "I guess it''s time to go back then."
He turned to Amelia. "Looks like i won''t need to go to the mountain after all."
Amelia nodded, her expression calm though her eyes held something unspoken.
She reached into her robes and pulled out a small, silver medallion engraved with intricate patterns.
It gleamed in the soft light as she handed it to Spark.
"What''s this?" he asked, examining the object.
"It''s my family''s token," she exined. "If you ever find yourself in the mountains, show this. No one will question you with that."
Spark''s lips curved into a smile. "Thanks, I appreciate it."
Amelia''s voice softened.
"And," she added quietly, "I owe you a favor. I''ll make sure to repay it when the timees."
Spark looked at her, surprised at her sudden seriousness.
Before he could respond, Amelia rose into the air, her long hair flowing behind her like a banner.
She hovered for a moment, giving him a final nod before turning and flying toward the distant mountains, her figure shrinking until she disappeared from sight.
The clearing fell silent as Spark and Yuna stood alone. The stillness was almost tangible.
Spark then broke the silence.
"To think those guys would send clones, even after all their preparation…" His voice trailed off, tinged with mild disappointment as he gazed up at the sky where the dark figures had been scattered moments ago.
Yuna, standing a few paces behind him, remainedposed as ever, her eyes reflecting calmness.
"Their arrogance knows no bounds, young master," she replied softly, her gaze following his upward.
Spark nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. He then turned slightly, ncing at Yuna.
"Did youplete the task?" His tone shifted to one of casual curiosity, but there was a subtle edge beneath it.
Yuna straightened at his question.
"Yes, young master," she responded with a small bow of her head. "I''ve opened the floodgate, just as you instructed."
Spark''s expression grew more serious. "Good."
Yuna hesitated, ncing at the horizon before speaking again. "Was it wise to open the gate now? Shouldn''t we have given them more time to prepare?"
Spark chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "There''s no such thing as enough preparation against the flood. If they can''t handle this, their fate is already sealed. When the real stormes, they''ll have no chance."
Yuna said nothing more, her face thoughtful.
She had a vague grasp of Spark''s thoughts, but she hesitated to draw any conclusions about something so great.
"Let''s go home," Spark said, breaking her thoughts.
At his words, she waved her hand, summoning a swirling vortex of energy before them.
Spark stepped inside and she followed closely behind, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished, leaving the quiet clearing behind as if they had never been there.
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[A/N: This is the end of the third volume (eye of the storm) I don''t know if this was a good conclusion for a volume but it felt appropriate so I did.
NEXT volume will be called (Flood) as in the chapter title.
How has my writing been so far? if you''re free, You can leave a review and send suggestions on what I can improve.]