-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?
As Bronn continued sharing the tales of his Bloodfang ancestor, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the stone streets.
The hustle and bustle of the tribe shifted as dusk settled in, and soon, lamps flickered to life along the pathways and outside the intricately carved stone buildings.
Their warm glow bathed the streets in a soft amber light, giving the tribe a welcoming, festive air.
Bronn, still brimming with pride as he recounted his ancestor's heroic deeds, paused and glanced up at the darkening sky.
His expression changed from reverence to eagerness.
"Boss, it's time," he said, turning to Spark with a wide grin.
At Bronn's words, Spark sighed, nodding reluctantly.
Amelia, calm as ever, observed the scene with quiet interest.