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Opening her eyes, she brushed a strand behind her ear. She had made up her mind to thank him for saving her.

"Thank–"

"Fegan!" Nix growled. The moment he saw those distinctive glowing orange eyes reveal themselves as he stepped into the light.

p "Father!" Hana cried. Her fingers moved a bit, but it was more frustrating when she tried to move her whole body but ended up rolling to her side.

"Hand over my daughter!" He said through gritted teeth.

"As much as I hate to say this," Nix pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "How about we have a discussion based on the real reason for my arrival?"

Looking around, he took in the several black patches made by this kid's destructive gift, not to mention his daughter was held captive.

"You don't give the orders around these parts." He pointed accusingly at Nix.

Nix couldn't get over the fact that these two considered his gift as every other one and were willing to fight a battle they clearly couldn't win.

"No diplomatic approach?" He questioned while taking a defensive stance, clenching his hand in a fist and putting his right hand out. "Fine by me!"

"I was living a quiet life here until you came along." He had his fingers spread as he was exerting his power on something.

'I was living a calculative life till your creation plans to nerf me and ruin my plans.' He retorted in his thoughts, rolling his eyes.

If they were to play the blame game, he had more reasons to go on.

The ground began to tremble, "You're going to pay for the disrespect, little boy!!!" He raged, the glint in his eyes, shining brighter.

"Father!" Hana mumbled, scared of what he had planned.

In all her years of staying with him, she had never seen him this angry, nor had he tried using the ability he was carrying out; it could well take a toll on his life.

Stories and pictorial references were all she had seen of this ability; judging from the size of what she had seen, this would spell doom for who would be caught in it. But it was also a danger to her father, whatever damage the statue would take, it would reflect on her father.

"No... father don't!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hands were able to grab some of the grass on the floor.

This fire user couldn't be trusted, he has a hidden ability he didn't want to make use of–she could feel it, if this were to be unleashed, her father would be the one in danger.

Nix looked back at Hana for a second, wondering what could be so dangerous about what he was planning on doing that would make her react in such a manner. 'He can't put his daughter in harm's way, can he?'

Cursing at her slow progress, she locked eyes with Nix, her eyes pleading. "Please don't let him release that... that thing!"

She let out a gasp, gust of wind blew on them; forcing her to roll on the floor once again before her back slammed against a tree.

Nix had his hands crossed in front of him and tried to maintain his ground and balance. Dust rose into the air, making use of the opportunity of camouflage, he removed his cross bag, throwing it up so it could hang on a tree branch for the time being.

There was no way he was going to have a serious fight while he has his bag with the map in it. Satisfied with the height and location he had hidden his bag, he looked ahead preparing for whatever had caused such a huge amount of wind.

Whoosh!

Like a blur, he felt a gigantic hand, hold him by the torso then throw him several feets away.

Fegan rushed to his daughter, cradling her, his eyes brimming with tears. "Hana, speak to me!"

"F... fa... t... ther?" She tried to speak. Her arm raised, trying to wipe the tears from his face but she lost the strength, with it falling back down.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He rocked her, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"That fire user! Where... where is he?"

Fegan cringed, it took a while for him to process if they were thinking of the same person. "You don't mean..."

–––––––––––

Flung across the forest, Nix broke several trees before hitting a huge tree.

[Health level dropped by 50 points]

Groaning, he tried to get up, the pain he felt was nerve-wrenching. Spitting out some blood, he wiped his lips. He had let his guard down and underestimated the enemy, but this time he wasn't going to let whatever had grabbed hold and thrown him get that same chance.

His mouth gaped open when he saw a golden statue, approaching with great speed as it ran in his direction.

'How the hell can it move so fast with such size?!' He panicked, the floor trembling as it moved, didn't allow him to maintain his balance.

This statue's presence was a definite answer that Fegan was the one who sculpted Agatha, even if he hadn't seen that vision. This statue on the other hand was more agile, faster, and twice as huge.

It was designed like a Roman gladiator, a scaled shoulder plate made from metal on the right arm. The bottom, open on one side, bright gold and draping asymmetrically, is held up by an adjustable chain around the midsection, and its forehead is decorated with a small metal victory wreath pendant with more gold chains ending in heavy beads.

'A little over the top, don't you think?! You really went over the top for a father and daughter gold statue duo.' He jumped onto its hand at just the right moment when it had wanted to land a hit on him, possibly aiming to crush him to the ground.

Running on the hand and to its wrists, the statue shook its hand, throwing him a distance away again.

'What the heck?!' Nix held onto his head, quickly getting up, as the trembling ground signified it was approaching again.