"You interrupted my reunion with my hubby..." she continued, her tone now laced with venom, "...and then had the audacity to question me?"
Her smile twisted, cruel and beautiful.
With a flick of her wrist, she pointed directly at the old man.
A blinding burst of blue flames erupted from her fingertip—no grand theatrics, no drawn-out incantation. Just a single gesture.
The old man barely had time to widen his eyes before the fire consumed him.
The flames struck with supernatural precision, engulfing his entire body in a column of sapphire fire. The temperature plummeted instantly around the blast, frost racing across the ground even as the intensity of the heat reduced everything within to glowing cinders.
He didn’t even scream.
There was no time to resist, no defense to mount, no final curse to utter. One second he stood defiant, wrapped in the power of a Level 97 Titled Douluo.
The next... he was ashes, his soul burned out of existence by a flame that seared on both the physical and spiritual planes.
A breeze swept through the battlefield, scattering his remains like dust over the stunned land.
The husband, still kneeling beside his unconscious wife, stared wide-eyed at the spot where the terrifying elder had stood just moments before.
His lips parted, but no words came. There was nothing to say.
His enemy—the monster they could not hope to stop—was gone. Erased in a single breath by the mysterious woman who had arrived like a divine executioner.
Signora lowered her hand and calmly adjusted her sleeve, the gesture elegant and detached—as though she’d merely brushed away a speck of dust, not obliterated a Titled Douluo.
She turned her head toward the couple, her crimson eyes now serene, though a flicker of elemental energy still danced faintly within them.
The husband, trembling and still cradling his unconscious wife, hurriedly bowed his head.
"Thank you, Senior, for helping us," he said, kneeling low with deep reverence.
Signora gave him a passing glance, then gestured casually with her fingers. "If you must offer thanks," she said coolly, "then give it to my young master. I was merely acting on his will."
As if on cue, Dave descended gracefully from a nearby slope, landing a few steps behind her. His hands were in his pockets, expression relaxed but confident.
He stepped forward and offered the man a small pouch. "Here. Take this—it’ll help you and your wife recover."
The husband looked up, confused, as Dave pulled out two luminous golden beads. They shimmered with a soft, warm light, pulsing gently like condensed spirit energy.
"Just eat them," Dave said, kneeling beside the unconscious woman.
The man took the beads with trembling hands, still stunned by the rapid change in fate. Without hesitation, he placed one of them gently between his wife’s lips and helped her swallow.
A few moments passed in silence.
Then, a soft gasp escaped the woman’s lips.
Color returned to her cheeks, her breathing steadied, and the deep wounds across her side and shoulder began to close before their eyes. A faint golden light shimmered across her skin as the healing took hold.
The man watched in stunned silence, tears welling up as he gently cupped her face. She stirred faintly, blinking open her eyes.
"You’re... safe," she whispered weakly.
He nodded, voice trembling. "Thanks to them."
Then, without hesitation, he swallowed the second golden bead Dave had given him.
A warm rush of spirit energy surged through his body, mending his injuries, clearing his spirit channels, and restoring his vitality. He stood up straight for the first time in hours, no longer grimacing from broken ribs or bleeding cuts.
"Thank you..." the man said, voice thick with emotion. "I can’t possibly repay this. But I must go. We were being chased—my daughter was being chased. My wife and I tried to cover her escape. I need to find her—make sure she’s safe."
Dave placed a steady hand on his shoulder, firm but reassuring.
"No need," he said calmly. "She’s already safe."
The man froze. "What...?"
"She found us," Dave continued. "She’s the one who told us about you. She led me here. I only came because of her."
The man’s breath caught in his throat, disbelief and hope swirling in his eyes. "You... you met her? She’s really alive?"
Dave nodded with a faint smile. "Not just alive—waiting for you, back at the hotel. Come with us."
Emotion surged in the man’s eyes as he knelt beside his wife, who was now awake but still weak. He gently lifted her into his arms, his gaze full of gratitude.
"Then please... take us to her."
Just then, a breeze of chilling mist swept past them as Signora appeared silently behind Dave, elegant and commanding. She rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning in slightly.
"Shall I bring us home, Master?"
Dave nodded. "Let’s go."
Signora extended her hand, and a luminous ring of swirling ice and fire opened beneath their feet—elemental energy crackling in the air. The aura it radiated was sharp, ethereal, and undeniable.
"Hold tight," Dave said, glancing back at the man.
And in a brilliant burst of crimson flame and sapphire frost, they vanished—leaving only a faint mist where they had stood.
The warm glow of afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the quiet seaside inn. Meilin stood near the open balcony, arms crossed, golden eyes fixed on the distant ocean, while Dugu Yan sat beside the young girl on the couch, gently offering her a cup of warm tea.
The girl—still pale, but no longer trembling—clutched the cup with both hands. Her gaze flickered between the door and the window, hope and worry etched into every line of her face.
A soft crack echoed through the room as a burst of crimson mist and sapphire frost bloomed in the center of the lobby, chilling the air for a breathless instant.
From the elemental mist stepped Dave, calm and composed, his coat fluttering faintly behind him. Behind him, Signora emerged like a specter of beauty and frost, and just behind her—
The girl’s voice cracked the silence as she stood abruptly, her teacup nearly slipping from her fingers.
Her parents stepped forward—her father holding her mother in his arms, both still visibly recovering but very much alive.
The moment their eyes met, the girl ran to them, tears streaming freely down her face.
Her father barely managed to kneel as she crashed into them, wrapping her arms tightly around them both. Her mother, weak but smiling, raised a trembling hand to stroke her daughter’s hair.
"You’re safe..." her mother whispered.
The girl sobbed into her mother’s shoulder, trembling with relief. "I thought... I thought I’d lost you forever!"
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