The mermaid and merman hail from an ancient lineage, steeped in customs as timeless as the ocean depths. To regain her melodious voice, she would need to relinquish something invaluable—her very core.
"You surrendered your most cherished talent for my sake," Victor's voice quavered, remorse permeating his words. "For a hundred centuries, I've strived to mend you. I'm filled with regret. But Elysia, my love for you is eternal and unwavering."
Seraphina, ravaged by cruelty and stripped of her human essence, fixed me with a hateful stare. Her words dripped with malice as she hissed, "Keep wishing. Even in death, I'll never relinquish my voice to her. She deserves eternal silence, not just for her lifetime!"
Victor's anger erupted, and he struck Seraphina, sending her sprawling. She remained prone, her battered form a stark contrast to his impassioned plea.
"Elysia, did you witness that? My heart never belonged to her. Trust me, you've always been my only love."