A woman emerged from the turmoil, her white hair a stark contrast against the surroundings. Her exceptional beauty was undeniable, and an aura of power radiated from her like an unrelenting storm. She arrived astride a majestic eagle, a level 5 beast that could obliterate their existence with a single strike. The sheer force of her aura forced the guards to their knees, an involuntary reaction to her overwhelming power.
As she demanded answers, her voice carried the weight of her fury. "Where is he?!"
Indah's instincts kicked in, and he wasted no time. "Verdant's Defense!" he shouted, invoking his skill to create a protective barrier. He swiftly gathered Helena within its confines, hoping to shield them from the imminent danger. Devens, the eagle, conjured a defensive aura around them as well, doubling their defenses. But despite their efforts, cracks began to form in the defenses under the relentless pressure of the incoming force.
The woman's anger intensified, and the sheer power emanating from her was suffocating. Her gaze swept over the area, locking onto Diaz's departing figure. "Tell me where he is!"
A tense silence hung in the air as the guards, Indah, and Helena struggled to withstand the overwhelming force before them. It was a testament to the woman's power that even their combined defenses seemed to be faltering.
The situation had escalated rapidly, leaving them at the mercy of this powerful woman's anger. Indah exchanged a worried glance with Helena. The choices they made in the next few moments could determine their fate. As they braced themselves for whatever might come next, they couldn't help but feel that they were at the center of a storm much greater than they had ever anticipated.
*5 Minutes Ealier*
Celestina Pov:
Celestina's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and concern as her senses picked up the familiar but weakened aura of her beloved son. She couldn't believe it. Diaz was alive and near, but the unusual fluctuation in his aura had her worried. "What happened to him? Why did his aura suddenly weaken so much? Is he in danger?" The thoughts raced through her mind, a mother's worry magnified by the fact that they had been separated for so long.
As her determination solidified, Celestina summoned her trusty companion, Albartros, a magnificent mythical giant eagle bound to her through magic and companionship. With a commanding gesture and a heartfelt plea, Celestina go up,and Albartos spread his wing and fly twice faster then celestina.
Celestina stood atop her majestic eagle companion, Albartros, as they soared through the skies together. Her heart raced with a mixture of determination and anxiety, her senses attuned to every shift in the wind, every subtle change in the environment. The vast expanse of the world stretched out below her, a canvas of forests, rivers, and mountains, all of which seemed insignificant compared to the urgency of her mission.
As they soared through the skies, Celestina's keen eyes scanned the landscape below, searching for any signs of her son's presence. Every gust of wind carried with it the faint echo of his aura, guiding her on her path. Albartros responded to her commands with grace and precision, a testament to the deep bond they shared. He was not merely a means of transportation; he was her ally, her protector, and her steadfast companion in this crucial journey.
Celestina's thoughts drifted to the last time she had seen her son, the memories flooding back as if it were yesterday. The pain of their separation had haunted her every day, and the hope of reuniting with him had sustained her through countless trials. Now that the moment was finally upon her, she couldn't let doubt or fear deter her from her purpose.
As they continued their flight, Celestina's determination only grew stronger. She knew that challenges and obstacles lay ahead, but the thought of being reunited with her son, of holding him in her arms once more, fueled her resolve. Her magic-infused senses extended like tendrils, reaching out to detect any disturbances in the natural order of things, any signs of danger that might threaten her mission.
"I hope you're safe, my son," Celestina whispered as she soared through the air on Albartros, her heart heavy with worry.
The communication talisman on her thigh suddenly began to ring, its sound cutting through the air. She hurriedly answered, her voice laced with anxiety.
"Hello?" Celestina's voice quivered, hoping beyond hope for good news.
"Mother, it's me, Diaz," a familiar voice came through the talisman, relief flooding through Celestina's veins.
"Diaz! Where are you? Are you safe?" Celestina's voice held a mixture of concern and joy.
"Mother, I'm safe, but I'm in a complicated situation," Diaz's tone was somber, but his voice reassured her.
Before she could ask any more questions, an unfamiliar and distorted voice interrupted the conversation.
"Ah, Celestina, a pleasure to finally speak with you," the voice oozed with a mysterious charm that sent shivers down her spine.
"Who is this? What have you done with my son?" Celestina's voice was tinged with both anger and fear.
"Relax, my dear Celestina. Your son is safe, for now," the voice replied, its tone dripping with smugness.
Diaz's voice came back on the line, tinged with frustration. "Mother, this is a complicated situation, and I can explain—"
"Silence!" the mysterious voice commanded, cutting Diaz off abruptly. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the architect of a grand chess game, and your son, Celestina, is one of my pawns."
Celestina's anger intensified. "What do you want from my son? Why involve him in your schemes?"
"Ahh, you see, your son possesses a unique quality that could tip the scales of power in this world," the voice explained cryptically.
"What are you talking about?" Celestina's confusion grew.
"You'll understand soon enough. As for now, let's focus on the current move in our game," the voice continued.
Diaz's voice came back, a hint of defiance in his tone. "Mother, don't listen to this person. I have my own plans, and they don't involve being anyone's pawn."
"Ah, but isn't it fascinating, Celestina? Your son, so headstrong and full of potential. He seeks to outmaneuver me, yet here he is, ensnared in my web," the voice taunted.
"What do you want?" Celestina's voice was filled with a mix of anger and concern.
"A simple trade, Celestina. Your son's safety in exchange for a favor from you," the voice proposed.