Meanwhile, inside the Fenix Mansion, back at the Phoenix Galde.
"Argh! It hurts."
"Don't cry like a baby—you're a grown man, Garret!" Her voice was laced with a sternness that cut through the air better than Garret's sword.
In the living room, filled with early morning sunlight, the beautiful Ophelia was treating her husband's wounds.
Although her words may sound sharp, her hands were gentle, and her gaze affectionate. She gently massaged the special medicine to help heal his deep wounds.
"My wife, why are you so stubborn? I couldn't take you with me. Our cute little girl needed to be safe!"
"Our cute little girl also needs her damn father!" Once again, her voice contained a sharp tone of bitterness and anger.
"Ophelia!"
