As the sun bathed the town square in golden light, Cole and Lloyd made their way down the cobblestone path towards the ancient dojo, where your old master still dwelled. Word had spread of your heroic feats at the Imperium Prison, and the two had come to pay their respects and thank you in person.

Suddenly, Cole paused, his expression growing dark as his ears caught wind of a nearby conversation. Two villagers had huddled together, whispering about you in a way that Cole found deeply disrespectful. "Her powers is weak," one of them muttered, his voice low, but not low enough to escape Cole's sharp ears. The other man replied with a chuckle.

Cole's patience ran out in that moment. He stormed over to the pair, looming over them like an angry mountain. "My wife is not weak," he exclaimed, his voice low but steady. The villagers recoiled at his tone, fear flickering in their eyes.