Just as the fireball closed in, a sudden flash of silver streaked through the air. Helen appeared, her sword slicing through the flames, dispersing them into harmless sparks.
"Helen!" Emma gasped, her voice filled with relief.
Helen turned, her expression fierce but softening as she saw Emma and the children unharmed. "Are you okay?"
Emma nodded, a genuine smile breaking through her fear. "Yes," she said, her voice steady now. "I am now."
Emma's legs buckled beneath her as the tension left her body. Her knees hit the floor, her hands instinctively catching her fall. The overwhelming relief of surviving the attack drained her strength, leaving her trembling.
Helen let out a long, steady breath, lowering her sword slightly. "Thank God I made it in time," she muttered, her voice filled with sign of relief . She quickly turned to Emma, extending a hand toward her. "Come on, Emma. Can you stand?"
