A few moments later, Lian said,

  "I'm just going to put her in the room," referring to Julian, who had fallen asleep, her small frame nestled comfortably against Lian's side.

  "She might be tired; go on," Lara encouraged him, her tone soft and understanding.

  "Now, what do you mean earlier about the black market?" Lara asked Liam, recalling how he had mentioned investigating it and how human trafficking was becoming a serious issue in the kingdom.

  "We have no leads, but we found intel that a black market auction will happen tomorrow night here," Liam said, his voice steady as he glanced at Thailon and Caelum, knowing he was sharing crucial information with them.

  "What I hate the most are those people who use humans to make money," Lara said, her fists clenching in anger, her resolve hardening.

  "What do you want to do about it?"

  Thailon asked her, his expression serious.

  "We can get intel immediately on how to infiltrate that area easily," Caelum suggested, his voice steady, exuding confidence.

  "Is it true that it will happen tomorrow night?" Lara pressed Liam, her urgency palpable as she leaned forward, her eyes focused on him.

  "Yes, my intel is never wrong," Liam replied, his tone firm.

  "Let's find a lead to that black market and save everyone involved in that auction! What kind of payment do they use?" Lara inquired, determination radiating from her.

  Suddenly, an ominous aura enveloped Lara, her body tense with fury.

  All of them got chills all over their body because of it/

  "Calm down," Caelum said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, his touch grounding her.

  "Well, I heard they now use points for safety," Liam mentioned, his eyes narrowing as he watched Lara's reaction.

  "Points? That's good to hear," Lara said, her determination intensifying as a fierce fire ignited within her. "With points, I can spend all I want. That kind of black market is what I hate the most!"

  Flashback

  “You’re kidding me?!” Lara shouted, disbelief and fiery rage burning in her voice as she stormed into the dark, suffocating slave trade area. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and blood, making her stomach twist in disgust. She could barely comprehend the horrors before her—children and innocent beings, both human and animal, subjected to brutal mistreatment. Their wide, terror-filled eyes sent a surge of fury through her.

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  “How could anyone do this?!” she roared, her voice echoing through the grimy, dimly lit space.

  “Calm down!” Caelum urged, his voice steady yet laced with concern as he stepped closer, sensing the storm brewing within her.

  But Lara was a tempest, her anger blazing like wildfire. “How can you say that?!” she screamed, her fists clenched and trembling. “These are children! This is wrong! They deserve better than this!”

  With every breath, her rage grew stronger, consuming her senses. Energy crackled through her veins like an electric current, demanding release. Without hesitation, she unleashed her power, sending waves of force crashing into the captors, knocking them unconscious one by one. The air vibrated with her energy, a testament to her determination.

  “Lara, please—” Zephyra’s voice cut through the chaos, his tone firm but tinged with worry. “You need to think clearly!”

  But reason was beyond her now. Righteous fury propelled her forward, her heart pounding with adrenaline. Then, she locked eyes with the boss—a monstrous figure lurking in the shadows, barking orders like a wild beast.

  Using her synthesis ability, she saw him clearly, his vile actions seared into her mind. At that moment, her anger hardened into unwavering resolve. She had to stop him. Without a second thought, she charged forward, the cries of the captives echoing in her ears, fueling her determination.

  The walls trembled as she crashed through a barrier, sending debris flying. A stunned silence fell over the room.

  “Lara!” Thailon shouted in alarm, sprinting after her, his elven form darting through the chaos.

  “Wait! Be careful!” Faye, the fairy, flitted anxiously around, her tiny wings buzzing. “Don’t—!”

  But Lara didn’t hear them. She was locked in a battle with her own fury, her focus solely on the man before her. “You think you can keep doing this?!” she yelled, her voice thunderous with defiance.

  The boss turned, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the destruction around him. Lara stood at its center, a force of nature, an unstoppable storm.

  “Get her!” he barked, panic creeping into his voice as he gestured to his remaining guards.

  Lara moved like lightning, her body fueled by pure rage. Every punch, every kick was a declaration of war against the horrors she had witnessed, a vow to protect those who could not protect themselves.

  “How dare you!” she screamed, her voice shaking the very foundation of the darkness surrounding them.

  A guard lunged at her, but she sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a devastating blow that sent him crashing into the wall. The boss stumbled backward, fear creeping into his expression as he realized the power he had underestimated.

  “Why do you do this?!” Lara demanded, confronting him head-on, her voice filled with both fury and sorrow. “How can you claim ownership over another human being? What gives you the right?!”

  The room seemed to vibrate with her rage, the captives watching in awe, holding their breath.

  “I—I don’t have to explain myself to you!” he stammered, his bravado crumbling as Lara advanced.

  “Then you’ll face the consequences!” she declared, surging forward, ready to unleash her full strength.

  But just as her hand reached out for the final blow, the ground trembled ominously. An unseen force rippled through the air, sending shivers down Lara’s spine.

  The very essence of the dark trade around them felt alive, as if an ancient beast had been awakened from its slumber.

  And then—

  End of Flashback.