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Meanwhile back on Pentown, Diana was walking around her garden, watering the plants. Tending to the garden always soothed her soul. The snow covering the garden slowly melted in the sun's heat. The long winter was finally leaving as Spring was around the corner to welcome them with beauty. 

"There is my beautiful wife" A young but confident voice sounded in the garden. The voice instantly put a faint smile on Diana's comely face.

Standing 6' 3" tall, a cream-skinned man entered the garden with a gentle smile. He had a stoic feel about him. His dark brown eyes were small and sharp as swords eyebrows on his angular face. The raven black hair fluttered in the wind as he was walking. Just like Diana who looked young as a girl in her late twenties, despite his real age, the man seemed to be in his early thirties. Even many youths never had toned arms, a broad torso, a well-defined waist, and toned long legs like him.