In the grand hall of Alfred's castle, the air was thick with tension as he recounted his encounter in the Death Land. Alfred spoke with calculated precision, purposely leaving out any mention of Ophelia and Drakina as Ascendants. His focus was on their extraordinary abilities and the significant threat they represented.
As Alfred spoke, the other Ascendants listened intently. Erik, leaning forward in his seat, his usual confident façade momentarily giving way to concern, asked for clarification. "So, what you're saying is, they can heal their own injuries?" His voice conveyed a mix of skepticism and intrigue.
Alfred responded with a firm nod, his eyes locked onto Erik's. "Exactly. I managed to injure one of them, but then her wounds started healing right before my eyes, almost instantly." His tone underscored the gravity of what he had witnessed.