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Melina grinned, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I had to show you up at some point, didn\'t I? Besides, someone has to keep you on your toes. We can\'t have the great Aurora thinking she\'s the best at everything."

Aurora chuckled, giving Melina a playful nudge with her elbow. "Please, I\'m still leagues ahead of you. Don\'t let one lucky move go to your head."

"Lucky, huh?" Melina raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "You looked pretty impressed at the time. Or maybe you were just worried I might finally catch up to you."

Aurora rolled her eyes dramatically. "Catch up? In your dreams, Melina. You might have had a good day, but let\'s not pretend you\'re suddenly a prodigy."

Melina crossed her arms, feigning deep thought. "You know, you\'re right. I\'m not a prodigy. I\'m just naturally talented. It\'s a curse, really."

Aurora laughed, shaking her head. "Naturally talented at being insufferable, maybe."

"Hey, at least I keep things interesting around there," Melina shot back, her tone light.

"Interesting? More like chaotic. Every time you\'re around, something happens. Like that time you \'accidentally\' knocked over the training dummies during our sparring match."

Melina gave an innocent shrug. "Can I help it if they were in the way? Besides, you needed the extra challenge."

Aurora smirked, clearly enjoying their banter. "You\'re lucky you\'re fun to have around, or else I might actually get annoyed with you."

"Admit it, Aurora. You\'d be bored without me," Melina teased, leaning closer. "Who else would you have to keep you humble?"

Aurora pretended to think for a moment before letting out a mock sigh. "I suppose you do have your uses. Plus, it\'s kind of amusing watching you try to one-up me all the time."

"Oh, I don\'t have to try, Aurora. It just happens naturally." Melina winked, her smile wide and carefree.

Aurora shook her head with a smile of her own, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "You\'re impossible."

"And yet, you wouldn\'t have it any other way," Melina replied, her tone warm.

From the window of her room in the sect\'s main building, Mabel watched the two with a raised eyebrow, a small smile tugging at her lips. "And they act as if they don\'t tolerate each other in front of everyone," she murmured to herself, "meanwhile, they\'re best friends when no one is watching."

Mabel continued to watch Melina and Aurora as they bantered below. The playful exchange between the two brought a smile to her lips, though she quickly hid it behind a mask of calm indifference. Just as she was about to turn away from the window, something caught her attention.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she felt a familiar presence approaching the sect. The air around her seemed to shift, becoming charged with a subtle yet unmistakable energy.

"Oh, he\'s back," Mabel murmured to herself, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "And it seems he\'s brought guests."

Without another word, Mabel vanished from her spot by the window, her form dissolving into a wisp of energy. In the blink of an eye, she reappeared in the Sect Hall, her presence as quiet as a whisper.

The grand hall, usually bustling with the activity of the sect\'s disciples, was now eerily silent. At its center stood Adams, his calm demeanor unchanged as ever, flanked by two women who appeared unfamiliar to Mabel. They carried an air of power about them, one that Mabel could sense even from a distance.

"Adams," Mabel greeted, her voice cool and steady as she stepped forward. Her eyes flickered to the two women, taking in their appearances and the aura they exuded. "I see you\'ve returned. And with company, no less."

Adams turned to Mabel with a faint smile, his gaze steady. "Yes, Mabel. Allow me to introduce our guests."

Mabel\'s eyes subtly narrowed, her curiosity piqued. "And who might they be?"

Adams gestured to the women on either side of him. "This is Inara," he indicated the woman on his right, whose presence was marked by a serene yet formidable aura. "And this is Akira," he continued, motioning to the other woman, whose sharp gaze and tense posture hinted at a fierceness within.

Mabel\'s eyes scanned the two women standing beside Adams, her expression calm and unreadable. She wasn\'t surprised; after all, she had long known that Adams would have more wives than just her, Lilith, and possibly Enigma. This was simply another step in the inevitable.

"Wives, I assume?" Mabel remarked casually, her tone giving away nothing of her thoughts.

Adams nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Indeed, Mabel. Inara and Akira will be joining us."

Mabel studied Inara and Akira for a moment longer, noting the differences in their demeanor—Inara with her serene, almost otherworldly presence, and Akira with her sharp, intense gaze. Each of them was clearly powerful in her own right, and Mabel could already sense the dynamics that would play out among them.

She finally allowed a small, knowing smile to cross her lips. "Welcome, then," she said, her voice smooth and even. "I\'m sure we\'ll all get along... eventually."

Inara inclined her head in acknowledgment, her expression as calm as ever. Akira, on the other hand, merely nodded, her posture still tense as she adjusted to the situation.

Adams watched the exchange, his expression one of quiet satisfaction. "I have no doubt that we will," he said, his tone reassuring.

Mabel turned her gaze back to Adams, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "It seems our family is growing faster than I anticipated."

Adams chuckled softly. "And it will continue to do so, Mabel. You know this."

"Of course," Mabel replied, her voice tinged with a hint of dry humor. "But it\'s not every day one gains two new sisters."

Inara and Akira exchanged a brief glance, both understanding that they were now part of something much larger. The sect was only the beginning, and they were now intertwined in a web of relationships and power far beyond its walls.

Mabel, ever the composed and pragmatic one, simply gave a final nod before stepping back. "Well then, welcome to the family," she said, her tone carrying a subtle edge of finality. "I suppose we\'ll all have much to discuss in the days to come."

With that, she turned and began to walk away, her steps measured and deliberate. Adams watched her go, his smile lingering as he turned back to Inara and Akira. "Shall we?" he said softly, gesturing for them to follow.

As Mabel exited the hall, the air remained charged with a sense of anticipation. Akira, standing beside Adams, still felt the lingering tension from her recent transformation. The power that now coursed through her veins was different, more potent, more primal. She could sense that even the slightest movement could unleash a torrent of energy.

Feeling Adams\' gaze upon her, Akira took a deep breath, allowing herself to focus. She had undergone significant changes, both internally and externally. Her once-humanoid appearance had become a blend of human and fox-like traits, reflecting her true nature as a nine-tailed fox.

Her long, flowing hair now shimmered with a deep auburn hue, almost as if it were made of spun fire. The tips of her hair flickered with an ethereal glow, and it moved as though alive, each strand responding to her emotions. Her eyes, once a simple amber, now glowed with a molten gold intensity, hinting at the power she held within.

The pupils had taken on a more slit-like appearance, adding to the predatory allure that now marked her gaze.

But the most striking change was her tails. Nine majestic tails fanned out behind her, each one a different shade of orange, red, and gold, as if they were crafted from flames themselves. The fur on the tails was dense and luxurious, moving with a life of its own. They swayed gently in the air, betraying her heightened awareness and emotions.

The tails had become an extension of her being, capable of both destruction and protection.

Her skin had also taken on a subtle, almost porcelain-like quality, smooth yet tough. Her hands were now tipped with sharp claws, capable of rending through almost anything. Even her voice, when she spoke, had an underlying growl to it, a reminder of the beast within.

As Adams observed Akira, his expression was one of approval. He knew that this transformation marked her as a formidable being, one who would not only be a powerful ally but also a protector of their growing family. He could sense the raw energy emanating from her, the kind that could turn the tide of any battle which is not even a problem in the first place.

"Your new form suits you,"