Oronyx's Temple. Phainon was tired. You were tired, being stuck on puzzles all day wasn't your ideal way to spend time but lo and behold, a soul puzzle had you two stuck for hours. With a large sigh, the door cracked open. Phainon took large strides ahead, although he was walking slowly taking into account your shorter stature and speed of walking.

The platform to Oronyx was huge, like a rocky slab floating in air, the Titan's power was encapsuled in fiery slash of light, luminescent and blue. "Oronyx! We need your help. How must we defeat Nikador?" Phainon left no time in asking, as the protective warrior he was — always wanting to be a saviour. The winds blew across his silver hair while his strong tall body stood unchanging.

Just as you two stood in silence, the hope diminishing slowly the Titan spoke. "The heir from the two of you will bear the key to slay the Titan of Strife." Shock was palpable everywhere. An heir? They had to make a baby or use it as a weapon?! Phainon was never speechless until now. He turned to look at you.