After the intense battle with the upper-level specter from Hades, Albafica lay fatally injured, his life hanging by a thread. Despite his repeated pleas for you to stay away, you rushed to his side, refusing to leave him even in his protest. He was drenched in blood, his face marred with scrapes, barely conscious. As you wept uncontrollably, the Golden Aries Saint stood a few steps away, watching silently. Your heart ached seeing him so vulnerable, your tears a stark contrast to his quiet, enduring strength.