"He's here huh…" Helena stood up and dusted off her clothes.
"Who?" Amon asked curiously as he stood up as well.
Helena's gaze remained fixed in the far-off distance as her expression became complex and solemn.
Amon stared intently and noticed something rushing towards them at lightning speed.
He noticed it was a bright orange light moving at lightning speed and heading straight in his direction.
The bright orange light seemed like a ball of flame, and as the searing mass moved, it tore through the air at blinding speed.
"Let's get our weapons, it seems danger… has finally arrived."
Amon's eyes narrowed instantly. He glanced back at the ball of light rapidly heading toward them, then let out a faint, shaky breath and followed Helena.
Internally, there was a faint thrill surging through his body, and the fighting intent in Amon's heart was hard to suppress.
His hands and feet gave off subtle tremor signs as he walked. 169
Ten years!
