-Op Mc? Yes! -Daughter? Yes! -Multiple worlds? Yes! -Vast Lore? Yes! -Fastpace? Yes! ... "You either Die a Villain or Live long enough to see yourself as a Hero." ~Probably Spark --------------------------------------- Spark, the lofty young master of the Dwight family, had always been a mystery. His true abilities were never known until the day he stepped onto the frontlines. In one awe-inspiring exhibition of power, Spark shocked the world and sent the coalition army of the five emperors into a chaotic retreat. Now, with the eyes of the world on him, each faction lusted to uncover the secrets behind his unparalleled strength. Still, in spite of the rampant curiosity and greed, nobody had the guts to confront him directly. And with every rumor spread of his feats, a question burned in every mind: was Spark this powerful all this time, or was he casting an illusion of strength before everybody's eyes?
[A/N: those who read early yesterday might have missed it. I've added a scene where Spark asks for spare clothes, so this convo continues from there.]
Amelia blinked, taken aback by the request. She raised an eyebrow, glancing at him with mild curiosity. "Why do you ask?"
Spark tilted his gaze downward, drawing her attention to his tattered and filthy clothes. She hadn't fully noticed it before, perhaps distracted by his casual charm and steady confidence, but now that she saw it—he looked downright feral.
His words made her finally take in the full extent of his rugged appearance. His disheveled hair, streaked with dirt, and the wildness of his frayed robes made him look like someone who'd been roughing it in the wilderness for weeks.
With a slight chuckle, Amelia reached into her storage bracelet. After rummaging for a moment, she pulled out a plain white dress. She hesitated, glancing between Spark and the garment.