Henry: "It can't even kill you, Helena!"

A groan of pain was clearly audible from the voice of the Orion King as Henry lowered his face as he tightly gripped the side of his head, fresh blood flowing past his wrists.

"AHH...!!! What are you doing? I.., I will make you regret this," said Henry as he tried to get up from his seat.

Helena dragged her body backward, her hands still tightly gripping the remaining shards of the flower vase that she used to fight back.

Helena's long hair fell in a mess. She stared in fear at Henry, who had risen from his seat, even though the Orion King was still holding his temple tightly.

"SHIT!! How dare you hurt me, I'll calculate for you," said Henry with a grim face.

"Don't you dare touch me! Or I'll hurt you again!" threatened Helena in annoyance as she held up the remaining shards of glass from the flower vase. The rest of the broken glass made an incision on the surface of Helena's skin.