When Ophelia felt the scorching burn on the back of her feet, she knew what was coming for her. She had been expecting to open her eyes in bliss and see her husband next to her. Unfortunately, all that she could see was fire all around her.
Unconscious for two weeks, she never once encountered the fire god. But now, why now?! Tears flowed from her eyes, her loud screams of excruciating pain persisted from her throat until they felt sore and she felt breathless.
"Insect!" That voice bellowed in frustration.
Ophelia collapsed to her knees, coughing up blood. "You bastard."
"Bastard?! You have been cursed!! You disregarded my advice and wed the demon Lycan!"
Ophelia's eyes quivered with agony. "Cursed? So what?! Do you expect me to grovel before you?"
"Be silent! You are spouting absurdity. Take a seat and watch as fate... As the order aligns perfectly with your disobedience."