In the afternoon, everyone gathered in the common hall, who were supposed to be involved in the plan to bring down Ophelia forever.
"Amelie and I discussed whether one of us shall become the bait to invite Ophelia into our trap," Gabriel began. "And we have finally decided that it should be me."
"But you're the strongest fighter we have, and you're the one supposed to wield the sword," Casaio remarked, shaking his head. "As Carlos could sense the energy the blade possessed, Ophelia will sense the same. If you carry that weapon toward her, she'll smell the threat from miles away and vanish into the shadows before you're even close."
"I will be the one wielding that sword," Amelie stated, her voice surprisingly steady for someone suggesting such a dangerous feat.
The room went silent. Gabriel looked at his wife with pride.
