The Invincible Young Master

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. Discover hidden stories at M-V-L

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.

"I thought you would keep me waiting all year," replied spark, with a smirk playing on his lips.

It seems, it was inevitable. Amelia's grip tightened on the icy spear that appeared in her hand, a frosty mist swirling around her.

Turning to Amelia, the leader sneered. "Do you even know who you are dealing with, girl?"

"No," she replied coolly, "but I'm about to find out."

The other five landed behind their leader, forming a semicircle, their combined auras crashing into the air like an oncoming storm.

Spark yawned, completely at ease despite the heavy tension filling the space.

He turned lazily toward Amelia, a casual smile on his face. "Isn't this exciting?"

"Exciting? What am I saying" Spark muttered to himself. "Did I got effected by that muscle heads technique?"

As the six figures stepped closer, their postures shifted, and the air became intense with a foreboding energy.

They began to move in sync, their hands tracing complex patterns in the air, forming a cryptic formation.

The air crackled as if the very space around them were bending under the weight of their combined power.

Amelia's sharp gaze tracked their movements, her heart sinking at the sheer precision and control they displayed.

Even with her knowledge about ancient arts and formation, she wasn't able to see what they were preparing.

But the aura emanating from them, without a doubt, felt ancient and powerful.

These were not opponents she could defeat easily, not even with her current power.

Her confidence wavered, and she tightened her grip on her icy spear.

"Won't you join?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with urgency as she glanced at Spark. If what the Barbarian King had said about him was true, his help would turn the tide in their favor.

But Spark simply waved her off, watch the scene with that same calm, almost lazy air.

"It's already over," he said, as if the fight had been decided long before it began.

Amelia blinked, disbelief flashing across her face.

"What do you mean, 'over'?" Her voice filled with frustration.

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.