Stormbreaker cut through the waves, sails taut, as the verdant silhouette of Amazonis Island emerged from the horizon. Towering trees with crimson-tipped leaves swayed like a living ocean, waterfalls cascaded into hidden lagoons, and the air shimmered with faint Dajin energy. Exotic birds with metallic feathers soared above, their calls echoing like war drums. Kael's boots touched the soft, mossy earth, lightning crackling faintly along his sword. "Beautiful… and deadly," he murmured.
They were greeted by a contingent of women, lithe, powerful, each displaying unique Awakened auras—some radiating fire, some frost, others sharp illusions that bent perception. At the center, the queen emerged: Seraphina Flameheart, regal, terrifying, aura blazing like molten lava, eyes golden and piercing. Her presence alone made the surrounding air sizzle. "Storm Dragon," she purred, voice like rolling thunder, "your feats have reached even Amazonis. Join me… be my king, my champion, my lover." Kael smirked, letting her words brush against him with teasing charm, playing the game with amusement.
Ylva Frostveil's silver eyes narrowed as she observed, frost creeping along her hair and shoulders. Fjorn hissed, circling her. "Master… he's too close." Ylva's chest tightened with jealousy, anger, and something unfamiliar—possessiveness. "He belongs to me," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the ocean's roar. Every laugh Kael shared with Seraphina made her frost bite sharper, her aura shimmer like a storm ready to break.
As Kael playfully dodged Seraphina's subtle attacks, testing her strength while maintaining charm, the queen's attendants—a trio of elite Amazonians named Veyra, Lyssara, and Korina—watched with keen interest. Each was deadly in her own right: Veyra wielded twin blades crackling with lightning, Lyssara manipulated wind and illusions, and Korina's whip of flame danced with terrifying precision. They circled Kael, waiting to see if he could survive a coordinated strike… all under Seraphina's amusement-driven gaze.
Ylva could no longer restrain herself. Frost surged around her, forming jagged blades and icy walls. "Kael, step back!" she shouted, storming into the fray with Fjorn flitting at her side. "I'm not letting anyone touch you!" Seraphina's golden eyes flared. "Bold. Very bold, little ice wisp." She extended a hand, unleashing a wave of molten fire toward Ylva, who countered instinctively with a frozen spire that shattered under the queen's heat.
The island became a battlefield of elements—lightning, frost, fire, and wind twisting around each other. Kael stayed in the center, half-smiling, guiding Ylva silently. He let her take the spotlight, knowing her rage and jealousy amplified her power. "Show her what you're capable of," he murmured.
Ylva's frost danced like blades, striking at Seraphina's fire with precision, exploiting cracks in her defenses. She dodged twin lightning blades from Veyra, slipped through Lyssara's wind illusions, and shattered Korina's fiery whip mid-lash. Every successful strike fueled her resolve, and slowly, she began to turn the tide.
Seraphina's amusement shifted to annoyance. "Impressive… but can your loyalty protect him?" she taunted, striking with a concentrated blast meant to overwhelm. Ylva froze Kael in place with a wall of frost, taking the brunt herself. Flames licked her arms, but she didn't falter. "He is mine," Ylva said through gritted teeth, frost surging violently. With a final, precise strike, she shattered Seraphina's control rune, forcing the queen to retreat with a reluctant bow of acknowledgment.
Kael stepped forward, brushing soot from his coat. "Well done," he said, placing a hand on Ylva's shoulder. Frost lingered faintly, a physical shimmer of her power and jealousy combined. "You've earned your place… not just as my companion, but as my protector." Fjorn hissed happily, circling Ylva. Loki floated with sparks, eyes shining. "Finally… recognition. Master's loyalty solidified."
The defeated queen retreated into Amazonis' forests, and her attendants melted back into the shadows, murmuring plans for later—plans Ylva had already anticipated. She turned to Kael, voice softening, a rare blush touching her silver-tipped hair. "The only woman you'll have is me," she said firmly. "Everyone else… they either want to kill you or control you. I won't let them." Kael smirked, brushing his fingers along hers. "I think I can accept that."
Stormbreaker awaited at the shore, sails glinting under the sunset. Ylva followed him aboard, her confidence and position finally undeniable. The frost in her aura now felt tempered, loyal, and protective, a silent promise. Kael glanced at the horizon, lightning flaring along his blade. "Amazonis is behind us… but the sea still calls."