23

As I entered our chambers, Agnes rushed towards me, her eyes filled with worry and remorse. Without wasting a moment, she began to apologize repeatedly, her words tumbling out in a torrent of guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Cain,” she whispered, her voice laced with regret. “I saw when you were stabbed, and I was terrified. I thought I was going to lose you.”

I reached out and gently cupped her face, my eyes filled with reassurance. “Agnes, my love, I’m perfectly fine,” I assured her, my voice filled with genuine affection. “You need not worry.”

Agnes’s hands trembled slightly as she carefully inspected the area where the blade had pierced my flesh. Her touch was gentle, her gaze focused and concerned. “It’s healed completely” she murmured, her voice a mix of surprise and relief. “How is that possible? It was a deep wound.”

“I guess my powers are getting stronger now'' I said

A mixture of disbelief and wonder washed over her features. “I tried to withdraw you from the competition,” she confesse