"Is there anything you need my help with?"
"Give me a little time, I have an important agreement..."
"Roger."
Ophelia slowly turned around and then walked to the stone table not far away and sat down.
Delicate cards were placed on the table, but at this moment Roger only wanted to respond with one sentence, to hell with Gwent Card!
"Sit down."
Roger slowly clenched his fist but didn't move.
"No need, I'm in a hurry, I'll come back to find you later!"
After saying this, he spread his hands, preparing to tear open space.
Buzz!
A huge recoil hit, and Roger stumbled a bit, unprepared.
"Ophelia, do you know what you're doing?"
"Are you preparing to trigger the next catastrophe of this plane?"
"I am not Nassero, I have already made choices and compromises. This place is my home, and I am willing to protect it and keep it whole forever."
"Isn't that enough?"
"Not enough." Ophelia slowly shook her head.
