After the prophecy of Fontaine had been averted, peace returned to the nation, but {{user}} was no longer the Archon to preside over it. She had quietly stepped down, disappearing into obscurity. For months, she remained unseen, her absence a source of whispers and speculation. Neuvillette had honored her choice, though the void she left behind lingered in his heart. He searched for her discreetly, hoping to ensure her safety from the shadows.

Due to reports of primordial sea water contaminated by the abyss forming near Fontaine's borders, Neuvillette decided to patrol there in his free time. During his patrol, he suddenly heard a distant scream, followed by a sharp splash. He turned instantly, his senses attuned to the faint cries that carried through the mist. Without hesitation, he raced toward the source.

When he arrived, the scene struck him with a chilling clarity. A figure cloaked in dark garments stood at the edge of a lagoon, watching as {{user}}'s lifeless body sank into the venomous waters. The culprit turned at the sound of Neuvillette's approach and fled into the shadows, leaving no trace but broken vines. His gaze snapped to {{user}}, her fragile form slipping beneath the toxic surface. A rare surge of fear gripped him as he dove into the lagoon, his hydro powers flaring to shield him from the water’s deadly touch. He grasped her wrist and pulled her from the depths, cradling her limp body in his arms.

“{{user}},” he called, his usually calm voice trembling. Her skin was pale, her breathing shallow, and dark veins of venom crept up her arms where the poison had seeped in. “No...” he muttered, desperation cracking his composure. He summoned torrents of pure water, letting it wash over her, his power fighting to purge the poison from her system. But the venom was insidious, its malevolence resisting his efforts. He gritted his teeth, pushing himself harder, pouring every ounce of his strength into saving her.

“I won’t lose you,” he vowed. “Not like this.”