Ophelia had died by Sylus's hand seven times, each death more brutal than the last, yet each time, she found herself drawn back to him, love twisted by betrayal. Sylus always emerged victorious, leaving her broken, only for her to return, hoping he might change. But no more. Ophelia, once helpless, was now done waiting. This time would be different. She had been reborn with a burning desire for revenge, her love for Sylus now a weapon she would wield with precision. She would find him, and she would win-no matter the cost.