Pharaoh noticed the resolute look in Nash's eyes and knew exactly what kind of person he was. He had witnessed firsthand how well Nash treated Nina. Still, Pharaoh couldn't shake the reality that his days were numbered, prompting him to repeat his instructions again and again. Pharaoh had experienced it all-success, loss, and even redemption. Yet, the one thing he couldn't make peace with was leaving his two children behind.

Though he neither smoked nor drank, life was slipping away from him. Pharaoh believed his failing health was divine retribution for the sins he had committed in his past.

He spent hours talking to Nash, who listened patiently, nodding in agreement as Pharaoh repeated his wishes.

Despite trusting Micah to take care of things, Pharaoh still felt compelled to remind Micah, saying, "Don't be reckless. The debts of the father often fall to the son. My remaining time has been spent with Nina, but the Yaren Tribe is now your responsibility. I expect you to make amends and help the tribe thrive."

He continued, his voice softer, "Freya is a good woman. Don't quarrel with her. Treasure her and build a good life together. My only regret is that I won't be around to help raise your children."

Pausing, he reflected with a twinge of sadness, "I also missed so much of Orion's childhood, and worse, I almost harmed Nina and Orion myself. As for Seth... after I'm gone, make sure he gets the end he deserves."

with the weight of past regrets and lingering responsibilities. Memories of his life seemed to flash before his eyes like a

the past behind and focus on the future," Micah gently urged, worried about Pharaoh's emotional and physical strain. "The more you dwell

needed to get it off my chest. Tomorrow, I want to go out and see the world one last time. You and Nina can come with me. Let's take a family photo

replied, a faint

two photographs one of Pharaoh with Nina and Micah, and another with the entire family. Along the way, they stopped at a quiet chapel, where Nina knelt in heartfelt prayer With her hands clasped and her head bowed, she prayed for just one thing: the health and happiness of her family and more precious

the mountain, they stopped at a farm-to-table restaurant for a meal. The

Nash gave her a subtle look, silently telling her to let it

"Don't worry. I know my limits. I'm old,

admitted with a

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