The day started with chaos. Nathen, soaked from head to toe, chased after Scion, who was laughing hysterically, clutching the bucket he had used for his prank. Gobo, drenched and disheveled, yelled at Scion, “You little rascal, wait till I get my hands on you!”
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Sahaqiel, with his ethereal presence, was busy preparing breakfast. Kahari was seated at the table, engrossed in the morning newspaper. The peace was shattered by the sudden ring of the Bone, the magical communication device. Kahari’s eyes widened as she answered the call.
“It’s intel on the Dainsleif,” she said, listening intently. “It’s being auctioned tonight. The Namri clan is hosting it in Isakai. We have to get to the Jade Forest Kingdom.”
Gobo, still dripping wet, blinked. “Are we going to buy it or steal it?”
Nathen grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “We don’t buy, we steal.”
Sahaqiel, who had been silently listening, nodded. “I’ll help. Let’s get ready.”
That night, they packed their gear, preparing for the journey. Sahaqiel transformed, his true form a majestic four-winged angel, eyes covered by a band with the ancient symbols of the gods. He kissed Kahari goodbye, the love and resolve clear in his eyes, and then, with a powerful swoop, they soared towards the Jade Forest Kingdom.
Two days later, they arrived under the cover of night. The mansion was a dazzling sight, adorned with banners and lanterns, surrounded by the finest Pegasi and century-old chariots. Sahaqiel, in his guise as Sully, handed the boys communication earbuds and instructed them to change into formal attire. They slipped into suits, the crisp fabric contrasting with the excitement that buzzed through them.
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As they approached the mansion, the plan was laid out. Sahaqiel, posing as Sully, would participate in the auction, while Nathen and Gobo would find a way to reach the storage facility where the Dainsleif was kept. But fate had a different plan. Just as the auction began, the Dainsleif was suddenly placed on the auction block.
Nathen and Gobo exchanged glances, the tension palpable. Gobo, disguised as a waiter, made his way to the storage area, while Nathen headed towards the power room to cut the lights. As the bidding commenced, Sully (Sahaqiel) started outbidding Adler, the infamous fortune hunter, buying time for Nathen to reach the power room.
The auction hall buzzed with anticipation. Sully, the suave bidder, exchanged cold glances with Adler and Abigale, who had arrived with his sinister entourage. The air crackled with tension as the auctioneer’s voice echoed through the hall.
Suddenly, Sahaqiel’s voice, filled with resolve, broke through the noise. “I’ll bid 1 million gold!”
The room fell silent. Adler, with a smirk, raised his paddle. “1.2 million.”
Gobo, now in position, looked around, blending with the guests. Nathen, with a determined look, reached the power room. He flipped the switch, plunging the room into darkness.
The silence was deafening. Sahaqiel, maintaining his poise, turned to Adler. “2 million gold,” he declared, his voice unwavering.
As the lights went out, Gobo swiftly snatched the Dainsleif from its display, slipping it into a hidden compartment in his jacket. The emergency lights flickered on, casting an eerie glow over the hall.
Nathen, back in the corridor, spotted Gobo and Sahaqiel, the sword now in their possession. They moved quickly; their path illuminated by the dim emergency lights. But Abigale, with his cold, calculating gaze, had seen them. He signaled his ink men, who swarmed the area, their dark forms blending with the shadows.
Sahaqiel, sensing the danger, transformed, his wings shimmering with the power of the wind. He created a barrier, a whirlwind of air that blocked the entrance. With a swift motion, he scooped up Nathen and Gobo, flying high above the mansion, the wind roaring in their ears.
As they soared away, the sounds of chaos and shouts of Abigale’s men faded into the distance. Sahaqiel, his true form now fully revealed, flew them far from the mansion, the Dainsleif secured and the danger momentarily averted.
Nathen, still processing the events, looked at Gobo and Sahaqiel, his heart racing. “What’s next?”
Sahaqiel, with a hint of a smile, replied, “We keep moving. The Dainsleif is just the beginning. The real battle is yet to come.”
And with that, they disappeared into the night, the moon casting a silver glow over the land, their path uncertain but their resolve unshaken.