Amelia's eyes narrowed as she gazed up at the figures, her mind racing.
"Such strong auras..." she muttered, feeling the weight of their presence bearing down on her. "Were assassins sent after me?"
There were six of them, hovering in the sky like shadows, each one radiating power that was impossible to ignore.
They hovered above, like kings looking down upon peasants, their intent masked behind their imposing presence.
Could they be one of her enemies? Someone who had discovered her whereabouts? She speculated.
Before she could fully piece it together, Spark's voice broke through her focus. "Oh, I think those are the guys who kidnapped me."
Amelia blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Your kidnappers?"
"Yeah," Spark replied casually, as if it were nothing. "Didn't I mention it? I got kidnapped and brought here by some suspicious people. I did not think they would bother showing up again. Guess they really like me."
Amelia returned her attention to the six figures, her sharp gaze sizing them up.
The energy swirling around them was intense, and now that Spark had mentioned it, their motives seemed even secretive. Who were they, and why had they kidnapped Spark in the first place?
She raised her guard, sensing a fight was inevitable.
"You don't seem too worried about them," she remarked, keeping her voice calm.
"Well, they were not very good at their job," Spark said with a grin.
Amelia gave him a sideways glance, half-amused, half-irritated. "You are way too calm for someone in this situation."
Amelia kept her gaze on the figures as they began to descend, their auras growing stronger the closer they got.
She could feel the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment.
Whoever they were, they weren't ordinary. The arrogance with which they approached spoke volumes about their confidence.
The largest of the six, clearly the leader, was the first to land, his feet touching the ground with a heavy thud.
His cold eyes flicked toward Spark.
"You have been a thorn in my side for too long, boy," he said, his voice filled with contempt as he addressed Spark.
Just then, she felt it, an overwhelming presence from above, like a weight pressing down on her soul.
It was as though the very air froze, stilling every sound, every breath.
Slowly, she and the dark figures all turned their gaze skyward.
High above, a lone female silhouette floated in the heavens, bathed in the light of the midday sun.
At first glance, she appeared unremarkable, almost ordinary compared to the fearsome presence of the six dark figures.
It was just a simple, calm silhouette, nothing about her screamed of power or malice.
And yet, the reaction it elicited from the six figures below was immediate and visceral.
Their confident posture shattered. Their hands, once steady and commanding, faltered in the midst of their formation.
Their dark auras wavered, flickering like dying flames in the wind.
Amelia could see it plainly in their eyes, the unmistakable spark of terror.
They had gone from predators to prey in an instant.
Before they could react further, a calm voice drifted down from the sky, carrying with it a weight that settled over the entire area.
{[Return to Dust]}
It was spoken softly, without any malice or force, yet the very words seemed to tear through the air, filled with an undeniable finality.
The formation the dark figures had been building collapsed, unraveling in the blink of an eye.
Amelia watched, wide-eyed, as the figures crumbled before her.
Their bodies, once so solid and menacing, began to dissolve into fine particles, like grains of sand blown away by the wind.
Their terror-stricken faces twisted for only a moment before they were consumed, vanishing into nothingness.
In a matter of seconds, the six powerful figures were gone, scattered to the winds as if they had never existed.
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A/N: Guess who's back...Dan Dan Dan lol.