Elena's condition began to improve. Although the woman's body had not fully recovered, Elena's eyes were sharp with anger that she could no longer contain.

In the hallway, Elena's steps sounded steady. Nathan walked beside her, Nathan grasped Elena's hand tightly.

"Are you sure you want to do this now, wife?" Nathan asked softly.

Elena nodded, she was starting to look cold. "I have to do this, husband."

Nathan looked at his wife's face. The wound on Elena's temple was still visible, but it didn't detract one bit from Elena's beautiful face.

The door opened. Margareth sat in the center of the room, the middle-aged woman's hands bound, her face...