As the explosion occurred, sending a shockwave throughout the area. Projectiles of uprooted trees and other parts of it flew here and there. Mia being miles away and upon seeing the wave of violent auraed spiritual energy reached her. She jumped higher, above enough to simply avoid it. Landing and hurrying as fast as she could, drawing closer the trees near the area were on fire, smoking with silver flames.
A clearing had been catastrophically made, reaching and settling one one of the unaffected tall trees, a mile away. Mia gasped, staring down at the crater formed there with Vans at the center. The spiritual energy around had been sucked dry, now slowly replenishing and dispelling the chaotic aura he released— signifying his forced breakthrough to another power level.
After a few minutes, Mia landed on the clearing as she saw another side of her husband. For not only hadn't he spared the beasts, after all the trees who had nothing to do with it got a sizeable piece of the cake. The enemies had been sliced and diced, if multilated wasn't a much better word. As she could see heads, hands, legs and different parts of both man and beast scattered around— even stepping and squashing an eyeball with the race it previously belonged to, unknown.
A distance away, Vans knelt down, his body trembling as he held onto a somehow complete throat slitted body of the woman. In fact, she was barely a woman if not the same age as their daughter— she thought. For from what she could see, the fire in her eyes definitely didn't die even till the end.
Mia slowly approached him, standing before him and kneeling she stretched out her hand towards him. Reluctantly but ending up agreeing, he carefully handed her over. And as she got a much better and closer look at her face. Tears immediately welled up around her eyes, and soon streamed down her face.
"She– she looks exactly like Yannah?" Mia sobbed, memories of a certain person, a hunter whom they had spent half of their lives on many adventures with.
She had suffered a deadly blow on a quest about 5 years ago, dying that same day but not before leaving them with a task. It was a task Yannah always wanted to complete, the only reason she sought to reach C-Class. As with that, she would have been able to easily find her daughter.
Yet taking up the that task, they failed her and indeed, they'd spent countless efforts traveling to numerous cities in search for her. But having a limited information about the daughter since, Yannah herself knew nothing about her whereabouts. For she'd been stolen from her on the labour ward by the father. Vans and Mia only had a piece of information to find her— she was Yannah's replica.
Still, they had to blame for not bothering to search so far as the Eastern Province. As they'd known her mother to be from the Western Province, having found themselves in the Halo Guild. Never did their home Province come to mind. For they had even once ventured out of the borders of the Crane Kingdom, to continue with the search which was to no avail.
"She'll finally be reunited with her mother." Vans said sobbingly, his face drenched and overflowing with tears.
"Yannah would thrash you for being so lame again!" Mia cried out, trying to hold back the tears which couldn't stop overflowing.
"Hahaha, she would." Vans broke into a round of laughter with Mia joining him as they went over the blissful and funny memories they shared with their comrade— laughing their sorrow and tears away. After all, if she were to see them cry for her or her daughter. She'd beat them up real bad, saying one must think of what brought a smile up one's face not sorrow.
"Remember when she caught a beast and sliced off only a foot, all because she wanted an extra fill."
"Hah, the beast wept all night at the camp. It preferred to be finished off instead." Vans added. "Hahahaha!!"
"Husband, hahaha I'm definitely not sparing a single Fern—hahaha."
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*CREAK!
The door slid open as the one entering was quite eager to be silent, yet successfully failed. Stepping into the room, the figure slowly closed the door shut. Inside, the torches had burnt out, shrouding the figure in darkness, the only illumination in the room being provided by the moon.
Taking each step with care and caution, as if a wrong move would have booby traps in the room coming at her. It was actually much more of her first time pulling such a stunt, and as usual every first was a success for her.
After all, her luck was monstrous and being aware of it, just made things worse. For she had abused it more than she'd done to herself, and this was just a another one of the times for it to be forced to work for her. As she could undoubtedly testify of its success, which convinced her that this one, was also going to have to twist in her favor.
She clearly remembered her first, everyone did, but though it would have been back in the days when she ruled as Queen of the pickpockets. Her true first, had been getting right into this Mansion. A great sacrifice she had made, with her second in command, Alice— may her soul rest in perfect pieces. She always ever wondered back about burying the body or not, still bygones were bygones after all.
Walking towards the bed, her footsteps light as a feather just like her fingers. She soon stood at the bedside, reaching for a chicken thigh from the tray on the side table, devouring it with a faster cpm[chunk per minute] than Zlatan. She at least spared the bone, tucking it somewhere underneath the others on the tray. As grabbing a napkin from her side pocket, all evidence were cleared.
"Such a poor little thing." Her soft voice which didn't match up with a cold and piercing sapphire eyes, was heard.
Taking a seat on the bed, her hand reached to caress his face and cheeks.
"A meatloaf indeed."
She leaned in, going to plant her lips on his when something could be seen at the corner of her eyes. Alerted, she turned to look at the window, only to see nothing there but the night sky and forestland. Brushing it off as a nuisance, possibly being her mind messing with her. She swept the interrupting strands of her hair back to the others and leaning in again. Her eyes shut, she was few inches from having the collision when her eyes flipped open wide.
"Oh no." Her heart thumping faster than normal, she hurriedly got off the bed and went for the door.
In the room, at the windowside which was near the bed, the moonlight settling into the room through it. A cat sat right behind the window on the other, staring at the large figure on the bed. It's bright golden eyes, having shrunk in shock and petrification as it didn't make a move or bat an eye. It couldn't comprehend what it'd seen and his brain wasn't even trying to, in the first place. For only one thought swam around in his mind and it could only be manifested in a few words.
"What in the heavens was that?!" Vrabam meowed.