Just as everyone was filled with confusion and surprise, the mysterious woman quickly reacted: "Everyone, concentrate! This could be the crucial moment that decides the outcome!" Her voice was like a stabilizing force, calming everyone present.
Arya gripped her bow tightly, her gaze resolute. "No matter what, we cannot let the Heart of Light fall into the hands of evil." As she spoke, she aimed at an enemy charging towards her, drawing the bowstring taut, ready to deliver a precise blow.
Karl raised his longsword and slashed forward, engaging in a fierce duel with an enemy warrior. "Don't think we'll give up so easily!" he shouted as he parried with his sword.
"A good opportunity!" Seeing this, Lorenzo seized the chance to circle around to the other side, trying to find an opening to attack from behind. However, his opponent was clearly experienced and did not leave him any opening.
At this moment, the young businessman in the crowd exclaimed excitedly, "That's fantastic! This is true heroism! Just by looking at these people, you can tell they are genuine masters!" The old man nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right. I hope justice will ultimately prevail."
Just as the battle reached its climax, Derek smirked coldly: "Heh, you think you can defeat me with brute force? Naïve." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly made a strange gesture. Instantly, a powerful surge of dark energy converged from all directions, forming a black mist that enveloped the entire room. At the same time, the enormous, dazzling light source seemed to be drawn by something and began to slowly descend, finally coming to a stop in mid-air.
Seeing this, Arthur frowned and shouted, "Oh no! He's trying to forcibly seize the Heart of Light! Stop him!" He immediately changed tactics, abandoning his current target and rushing towards the source of the light. His companions followed suit.
Faced with the sudden turn of events, Karl jumped out without hesitation to shield him. "Not so easy for you to succeed!" With that, another fierce fight erupted between the two, fists clashing and weapons exploding in a flurry of sparks. Meanwhile, not far away, Arya seized the opportunity, swiftly moving to find the optimal angle for her shot. "It must succeed!" With a silent resolve, she released her grip, and the arrow whistled out, aimed directly at its target—but missed by a hair's breadth, striking a nearby stone wall and scattering sparks.
An old man in the crowd sighed, "This is so tense and exciting! But at this rate, it's hard to say who will win." The young businessman chimed in, "It is indeed quite tricky. But if we let the bad guys take the sacred object, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Just as the situation became increasingly unclear, the light source suspended in mid-air suddenly emitted an even brighter glow and began to spin rapidly. It emanated a warm and peaceful energy, seemingly trying to convey some important message. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared intently at this strange phenomenon, even the various factions engaged in fierce combat.
"What does this mean... could there be a deeper meaning?" the mysterious woman murmured thoughtfully. At that moment, a calm, gentle yet authoritative voice resounded throughout the space:
"Children, please remember that only those who are truly pure and innocent, full of goodwill and faith, can become the Guardians. No matter how difficult and winding the road ahead, do not waver in this resolve. When the test comes, meet it with the truest understanding deep within your hearts..."
As the words fell, the sphere of light instantly emitted an incredibly bright light, almost blinding everyone. After the light gradually faded, the room returned to calm, but everyone noticed a subtle shift in their positions...
Just then, soft footsteps sounded outside the door, and a young girl burst into the space. "I'm sorry... I'm late," she explained, slightly out of breath. But no one responded immediately; instead, they quietly observed what would happen next.
The mysterious woman quickly turned to look at the new girl, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Emilia, you've finally arrived."
Carl and Derek's battle continued, but Carl glanced at the newly joined girl and shouted, "Emilia? What are you doing here? This is a critical moment for our survival!"
Emilia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. With a resolute look in her eyes, she said, "I know this is my last chance. The Heart of Light needs a pure and innocent heart to protect it. I think I can give it a try."
The young businessman in the crowd was so excited he could hardly stand: "Wow! Who is this deity? They even brought reinforcements?!" The old man on the side just watched the sudden turn of events quietly, as if he had already sensed that something unusual was about to happen.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Lorenzo ran to Emilia's side and encouraged her, "Since you're determined, just give it a try! We'll do our best to protect you from interference." He then looked back at the sphere of light still suspended in mid-air and the dark power surrounding it. "As long as it's not destroyed, perhaps there really is still hope!"
At the same time, the gradually gathering black mist began to become increasingly unstable, as if it were being driven by some powerful force and was slowly dissipating. Seeing this, even Derek's expression changed slightly—he could feel his control over those negative energies weakening.
Arthur gripped his weapon tightly and stood closest to Emilia, vigilantly watching his surroundings to ensure any potential threats were eliminated in time. "Go! We all believe you can do it!" As soon as he finished speaking, the girl nodded firmly and then slowly walked towards the source of the soft glow.
When her hand gently touched the warm energy source, the entire room seemed to be infused with new vitality, becoming exceptionally bright. Everyone watching this scene held their breath, and an atmosphere of tension and anticipation filled the air.
"Light..." As Emilia softly uttered these two words, the enormous sphere of light, which had been motionless, suddenly began to spin faster, its radiance growing ever more intense until it reached its peak. At that moment, an unexpected scene unfolded before everyone's eyes—the powerful dark force that had once suppressed the entire area collapsed as rapidly as snow melting in the spring sunshine, ultimately vanishing without a trace.
A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd. Some exclaimed in amazement, "This is truly amazing! This is a real miracle!" Others marveled, "I never imagined that the key to victory would be such a seemingly delicate little girl..."
But the most eye-catching figure was Derek, who stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, his face contorted with a complex expression. Just when everyone thought the matter had come to a satisfactory conclusion, this once extremely arrogant enemy leader suddenly spoke in a low voice: "It seems I've lost. However..."
"However?" Arya held her bow and arrow, keeping a close eye on the other party's every move, afraid that he might be up to some trickery again.
Derek's lips curled into a slight smile. "However, our contest is far from over, and I will be back soon. Although you won this time, it will certainly not be the last time we meet."
As soon as those words were spoken, hurried footsteps sounded again outside the door, clearly indicating that something was about to happen...
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