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The night fell, and Guilas's figure appeared particularly tall in the moonlight.
He passed through a certain building and arrived at a secluded cellar entrance. The cellar was deep and dark, and the moss on the stone steps indicated its ancient and distant past. Guilas gently pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the depths of the cellar.
In the cellar, Enot is standing in front of a stone table, his eyes focused on the map. Hearing footsteps, Enot looks up, a hint of amazement in his eyes: "Guilas, you're here."
Guilas's eyes carry a hint of seriousness: "Enot, I need to know the situation of those children you brought back a long time ago. Especially, have you found any that might be a saint."
Enot nodded, his voice low and steady: "I have conducted a preliminary assessment of them. Most of the children have shown good potential, but it will take more time and observation to determine which one is the saint."
Guilas walked to the table, his gaze falling on the list of children.
His eyes flashed with a hint of contemplation: "We cannot let saint's existence become a threat to us. You must find her as soon as possible and then hand her over to me. I will try to lift the binding spell and restore the power of the heyday."
Enot nodded slightly, his expression serious and determined. He knew the importance of this matter and was also aware of Guilas's determination in this matter.
There is a hint of determination in the eyes: "I understand, Guilas sir. I will do my best."
Guilas changes the subject: "Just now we encountered the envoy of the Dark Lord in the forest. Their strength is not to be underestimated. We must strengthen the defenses around us and not let them approach again."
Enot's eyes flashed with a hint of worry: "My lord, I have heard about the morning battle. The Dark Lord's envoy is becoming bolder and we must indeed be more vigilant."
Guilas's eyes shimmered with a cold light: "Yes, they are truly getting on our nerves. We must intensify our training and expand our forces to make it impossible for them to even approach."
Enot nodded, his voice firm: "Understood. I will strengthen the training of the Warlocks to ensure they are always ready for battle."
Guilas turned to leave: "Stay vigilant at all times, Enot. The shadow of the Dark Lord is closing in, and we cannot afford any slackness."
Enot nodded, "I understand, Guilas sir. I will report to you at any time."
Guilas left the cellar, his figure elongated in the moonlight. He knew that the battle against the Lord of Darkness would be a long and difficult one.
He walked back to his hiding place - a castle, a fusion of Gothic and Baroque styles, towering into the clouds, its gloomy exterior appearing even more mysterious in the night.
The interior of the castle was luxurious, with details everywhere revealing the taste and power of the owner. In such an environment, Arya's power quietly awakened.
One late night, Arya tossed and turned in her room, unable to fall asleep. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on her bed and illuminating her face.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, shimmering with an unusual light. She felt a powerful force surging within her, as if a long-sealed flood had suddenly found its way out.
Guilas felt the fluctuation in the next room and immediately rushed to Arya's room. He saw Arya sitting on the bed, surrounded by a faint glow.
"Arya, how are you feeling?" Guilas asked with concern, his brow slightly furrowed.
Arya looked at Guilas and made a few vague "yiyayiya" sounds in her mouth. Her little hand reached out, seemingly touching the swirling black light in the air. Her eyes revealed curiosity and amazement, but did not show fear.
Guilas sat gently at her bedside, reaching out to gently stroke her hair, his eyes shimmering with complex emotions.
At this moment, he realized that Arya was no longer the fragile baby who needed his complete protection, her power had begun to awaken.
"Daddy!" Arya looked at Guilas and called out with her tender voice. Her voice carried a different kind of loudness and clarity than before.
Guilas felt a stir in his heart, knowing that this was an important turning point. He decided that from this moment on, he would strengthen his protection of Arya and begin training her to control this newly awakened dark magical power.
The next day, Guilas summoned his five trusted Warlocks, Maxi, Eleanora, Morris, Lilith, and Valentine.
They gathered in a spacious meeting room in the castle, which was decorated with exquisite murals and sculptures, each piece of art seemed to be telling an ancient story.
"Last night, Arya's power began to awaken," Guilas stood in the center of the room, explaining the situation to his Warlocks with a serious tone.
Maxi, the tall male Warlock, his eyes gleaming with a desire for battle, "How should we prepare, master?"
"We need to strengthen the castle's defenses and begin training Arya," Guilas's voice was firm and powerful, "Her power may attract unnecessary attention."
Eleanora, the female Warlock with long emerald hair, asked softly, "Where should we begin, master?"
Guilas turned to her, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "We should start from the basics. Arya is still very young, and we need to ensure her training is both safe and effective."
In the next few days, Guilas and his Warlock began training Arya.
They conducted their training in a secluded courtyard within the castle, covered by tall trees and vines, as if it were a forgotten secret garden.
Arya is curious about everything, and her eyes observe her surroundings with curiosity.
Morris, the seasoned Warlock, begins to teach her how to sense and control the power within her. His voice is calm and wise, and every word seems carefully chosen.
"Feel the power within you, Arya. It's like a flowing river, you need to learn how to guide it," Morris instructed, holding a long, slender wand.
Arya listened intently, her small hands mimicking Morris' movements. Although she couldn't quite control her power yet, she was clearly very interested.
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Guilas quietly observed from the side, his heart filled with pride and anticipation. He knew that Arya's future would be extraordinary.
Morris placed a small crystal ball on the table, and inside it, a faint light shimmered. He softly said to Arya, "Now, try to focus your power on this crystal ball."
Arya stared at the crystal ball, her small hand reaching out and trembling slightly. At first, there was no response, but with Morris' encouragement, she tried again. This time, the light inside the crystal ball began to slowly rotate, eventually forming a dazzling halo.
"Very good, Arya!" Morris's voice was full of praise. "You are learning how to control your power."
Arya's face lit up with a happy smile, seemingly surprised by her own achievement.
In the following days, the training became more rigorous. Lilith, the female Warlock with coffee-colored long hair, began teaching Arya how to use magic to protect herself. She demonstrated a simple protective spell and then had Arya follow along.
Arya carefully observed every movement of Lilith and then cautiously imitated her. After several failed attempts, she finally succeeded in creating a shimmering protective shield around herself.
During this time, Arya's strength and skills have significantly improved. She has slowly grown from a fragile baby in need of complete protection to a capable young witch who can protect herself.
At the same time, Guilas has been closely monitoring the movements around the castle. He has sent his Warlocks to investigate the Dark Lord's actions and has strengthened the castle's defenses.
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