Return to Amethyst Summit Division
"Looks like we made the right choice by placing our bet on Amethyst Summit Division."
Harrier Taylor's voice was low, almost reverent, as he watched the distant figures vanish into the horizon.
The dust on Ashford Street had not yet fully settled. The echoes of battle still clung faintly to the air, like a lingering storm that had passed too quickly for mortal hearts to process.
After a moment of silence, Harrier turned toward his son.
"Harry," he said earnestly, eyes no longer stern but warm with rare approval, "you did well this time. If you hadn't protected Respected Leon's two students, our Taylor family wouldn't have been able to draw close to Amethyst Summit Division so easily."
Harry froze.
For years, he had braced himself whenever his father called his name. It usually meant criticism. Or disappointment.
But today…
