Amelia huffed as she tucked the orb away, deciding she didn't have the energy to decipher Spark's cryptic remarks right now.
Just as she was about to ask him different question, the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention.
She turned sharply, spotting a group of barbarians cautiously making their way back toward them.
These were the same warriors who had fled during the battle, and now they were returning, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe.
It was clear they hadn't gone far and had been watching from a safe distance.
Amelia sighed heavily, shaking her head at their audacity.
"If you're here to ask for a share of the loot, I'll turn you into ice sculptures," she warned, her tone cold and direct.
She knew all too well the greedy nature of these barbarians, always eager to scavenge for treasure after others did the hard work.
