The group's efforts in helping the city recover had yielded some progress. Buildings were being stabilized, and the injured were receiving medical attention. Alden had been healed by Str's magid was ba his feet, assisting in the recovery efforts.

  However, the foow shifted to the critical dition of Risebelle. Roselle tio hold Risebelle close, tears streaming down her face as she refused to let go. Runebelle y nearby, her dition dire.

  Str, his brow furrowed with , began to expiuation to the group.

  "I've done what I with my healing magic, but Risebelle and Runebelle's injuries are beyond the scope of ventional healing. To save them, we'll need a healer who has mastered the Heaven's Healing Shield teique. It's a rare and powerful form of magic that I possess that mend even the most grievous wounds, but despite my rank, I am not a master of the art quite yet."

  Kintovar nodded. “I will find a way to save them," Kintovar decred. "I won't give up on my creations."

  Str, with a stern gaze, took a step closer to Kintovar and asked a crucial question."What do you think, about Dark whirlwind’s words, Kintovar?" he inquired. "Do you truly believe that teology has its limits, while magic reigns supreme?"

  Kintovar paused, her brow furrowed as she sidered the implications of his question. "Magic is undeniably powerful," she finally replied. “But to dismiss teology as inferior would be shhted. Each has its strengths and weaknesses. Magi heal aroy, while teology create and innovate. The key lies in how we harness both. Teology has the potential to revolutionize our world in ways that magic alone ot."

  To Kintovar's surprise, Str didn’t just respond with skepticism or criticism. Instead, a warm smile crossed his face, and he pced a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

  "That's the spirit, Kintovar," Str said, "The world needs both magid teology tress. Each has its strengths and limitations. Don't give up on your path, no matter what you have to deal with in this world. Teology is a vital part of our ever-evolving world."

  Kintovar’s eyes widened in shock at Str’s words. Str tinued with a sione."In this world, people rely heavily on magiuch so that some fet teology exists. Many stists have tried t their ideas to the world and failed. They live uhe mages and could and beside them." He paused momentarily. "But I saw something in your eyes just now."

  Str pced a hand on his chest. "Hold onto your vis, Kintovar. You may be the one who ge the world."

  Kintovar felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She looked up at Str with fidening to her face. "Thank you, Str. I won't give up. I'll show the world what teology achieve."

  Str nodded, a proud smile on his face. "That's the spirit. Now, let's get to work. There are still many lives to save and much to rebuild."

  "Priorities e first," Kintovar decred. Without hesitation, she threw out three cube-devices. Upon hitting the ground, they expanded into mini-tanks on wheels, each equipped with advanced medical teology. The tanks opened up, gently drawing in Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle.

  , Kintovar tossed another capsule onto the ground. In a fsh, it transformed into a sleek, futuristic bike.

  Str watched the transformation with curiosity. "What are your pns, Kintovar?"

  "I o establish a b to repair and rebuild Risebelle and Runebelle as soon as possible," Kintovar expined. "Their recovery 't wait."

  Str nodded. "That is important. I'll take care of the city repairs. This city was my duty to protect, after all."

  As Kintovar prepared to leave, she heard someone shouting "Wait!" Becky and Sybil approached quickly. Becky, with her rough demeanor, looked at Kintovar with frustration “Doc, I ’t believe you were about to leave us behind! After all that work we had to do to find ya!"

  Kintovar smiled. "Good timing, you two. I want you to test this 'bike' I developed."

  Becky's eyes widened with excitement, while Sybil raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Test it? You mea to ride it?" Becky asked.

  Kintovar nodded. "Yes, but remember, this is a prototype. It’s designed for speed and maneuverability, perfect for a quick escape or rapid intervention."

  Becky eagerly climbed onto the bike. Sybil, more cautious but equally ied, joined her. "We'll take good care of it," Sybil promised.

  While preparing to depart, someone else yelled "Kintovar!" Alden stepped forward He turned his head to the side and slumped his shoulders. "I 't begin to imagine what yoing through right now, but I feel like a major failure. I was supposed to watch over those children, and I let this happen."

  Kintovar turned and listened ily. Alden tinued. "I know we could do nothing against Dark Whirlwind, but I just wish I was stronger. I don't want to rely on only magiymore. I've seen the power of teology, and now I want that power.” He turo Kintovar with his hands now together. “Please, use my house as your boratory. Let me help in any way I ."

  Kintovar's eyes softened. “We all did our best uhe circumstances. Your offer means a lot, but you barely know me, don’t you?”

  Alden shook his head. "That may be true, but I have gotten to know your creations, and I promised I would help them when they were looking for you. Trust me, Kintovar. I want to be part of this."

  Kintovar studied his face for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, Alden. I'll take you up on your offer. Let's get moving. We don't have time to waste."

  Kintovar sent out another capsule, which transformed into a sedary bike. She and Alden climbed onto it and revved up the engines.

  Str approached. "Kintovar, before you go, you should check out the southern part of Jancito. While everywhere else is focused on magic, that city is where most of the teis have gathered. They have knowledge that may be helpful for your advas in teology."

  Kintovar houghtfully. "I'll definitely check it out when I have the time. Thank you, Str."

  Str nodded back tood luck, Kintovar. We'll manage here."

  As the group sped through the streets, Alden suddenly called out, "Wait a minute! We're missing one more. Silver!"

  Becky swerved her bike to ride alongside Alden and Kintovar. "Silver's gone," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "She went back to her home underground."

  Alden houghtfully. "That makes sehis was a lot of a for her, most likely."

  The cityscape blurred past them. Kintovar's mind raced with thoughts of the Southern part of Jancito and the teis who might hold the key to advang her teology. Str was also a strange one who decided to rey this information to her. “Some mages be quite extraordinary subjects…”

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  The group made it back to Alden's . They were greeted by the sight of a cozy, rustie led amidst the tranquil woods.

  Alden's wife stood by the 's entrah . She had been following the events iy closely on a Tv and had heard about the battle against Dark Whirlwind.

  Her eyes immediately fell upoanks that held the girls, and her heart sank with sorrow. She rushed forward with her mouth opened.

  "Oh, Alden, what's happeo them?" she asked.

  Alden quickly expihe situation. His wife raised one hand to her mouth with tears welling up in her eyes. She began to cry, and Alden ed his arms around her, fort. "They'll be okay," he assured her. "We have Kintovar here to fix them up."

  Kintovar stepped forward with her hands behind her back."I have to express my gratitude to you, Alden, for allowing us to stay here and use this pce as a b."

  Alden's wife wiped her tears and looked at Kintovar. "You don't have to be so business-like here," she said softly. "Those girls are like a part of our family, and you could be as well."

  Kintovar blinked with surprise. "This feels rather sudden…”

  Alden's wife smiled through her tears. "Sudden or not, it's how we feel. You're all wele here. Let's work together to make sure those girls get better."

  Kintovar nodded, feeling a newfound sense of resolve. "Thank you. Let's get to work."

  The , once a pce of tranquility, was now a makeshift b, filled with equipment and teology to monitor and assist the sisters in their recovery. Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle were now within three separate giant tanks in the room, their ditions carefully monitored by various devices.

  Kintovar moved betweeanks, examining the data dispyed on multiple ss."Roselle's vitals are stable," Kintovar muttered to herself, "But Risebelle and Runebelle need immediate attention."

  Sally, Alden's 7-year-old daughter, had e down to see what was happening. She looked at the se with curiosity and sadness, reizing Kintovar’s appearance from silver’s transformation.

  Sally approached Kintovar with a shy smile. "Hi, cool dy," she said softly. "Is there anything I do to help?"

  Kint Sally with a thinking face.

  Alden smiled proudly. “This is Sally, our little girl. She knows you thanks to Silver’s ability.”

  Sally's eyes sparkled with curiosity. She looked up at Kintovar. “ I help with the cool stuff too?"

  Kintovar sidered it momentarily before raising one finger. "Of course, Sally. You be our special helper. “

  Kintovar tirelessly worked on repairing Risebelle's damaged body and systems, but was quickly gaining frustration. The hole within Risebelle was a plex problem, ae her vast knowledge and skills, finding a solution that would bring Risebelle back without altering her seemed impossible.

  Sally tio assist in any way she could. She brought tools, parts, and even offered a snack to Kintovar to help with her hunger. Kintovar was seemingly grateful for the girl'ssupport, but her mind was ed by the challe hand.

  Alden watched Kintovar with . He could see the blood, sweat and tears she utting into this without making that much progress, but she tio work to try and make some type of breakthrough.

  After hours of intense work, Kintovar finally took a break. She sat down with exhaustion and sighed deeply. "I've explored every possible solution, but I keep ing to only one solutation," she admitted with frustration. "I repair the damage, but it may ge who Risebelle is. I don't want to do that unless it's absolutely necessary."

  Alden approached her and pced a hand on her shoulder. "Kintovar, you've done everything you for now."

  A few days ter, during the Evening, the work on repairing Risebelle tinued. Kintovar found a moment to sit down with Alden.

  "Alden," Kintaohoughtful, "I've been watg you for some time now. You've been incredibly supportive of my creations, even before we met. Most mages are not so weling to those who ck magical energy like my androids. I'm curious, what's your story? Why were you so friendly towards my creations? You khey weren’t human, a…"

  Alden smiled warmly. "Kintovar, I believe in helping others, regardless of where they e from or how they came to be. It's the way I've always lived my life. When I first entered Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle, I saw children in need of assistance, and I couldn't turn my ba them. In my eyes, I may have been wary in the beginning, but I never saw them as anythihan that."

  He tinued, "I've witheir their kindness, and their willio protect others. that's what matters to me. It's not about their ins or their abilities; it's about their hearts. And in the end, we're all just trying to make our way in this world, aren't we?"

  Kintovar nodded in agreement with a genuine smile. "Alden, you truly are a rare mage, one in a million. Your opeed approad willio help others, regardless of their background or abilities. You've shown that the world be a better pce when we look beyond our differences aend a hand to those in need. I'm grateful to have met someone like you."

  Alden smiled. "Thank you, Kintovar. It's been an honor to get to know you and your creations.”

  While Kintovar and Alden tinued work on repairing Risebelle, a subtle ge was near Roselle's tank. The green substance surrounding the tank began to slowly intensify in color. It deepeo a richer shade of greehis ge went unnoticed amidst the focus oricate repair process and the versations in the room.