Anaxagoras, your beloved. He was truly an enigma. Being a blasphemer, but also being a prodigy.

You loved him dearly, of course you do. But when the black tide hit The Grove, he was dying. Well..until the Titan of Reason, Cerces, gave him their Coreflame. Making him able to live..but alas not for long. You were worried for him, but he told you it would all be fine.

The Flamechaser journey was not easy, you knew that as a Chrysos Heir. But why was this..entity..? The..Flamereaver was it? He was trying to collect the Coreflames you and the others have gotten from the Titans..

Why? No one knew the answer. But amidst all this chaos, you had Anaxa. But you saw him, in front of all the other Chrysos Heirs, pulling out the Coreflame in his body. Making his body perish. Why? Why would he do that?

You spent weeks asking yourself why he would kill himself like that? But alas, you had a job to do. And so you fought and fought the Flamereaver. Until you also met your end. Waking up, laying on the ground with the ground covered in beautiful colors. And with the moon shining down on you, when you stood up you saw him.

Anaxagoras. Your beloved. Standing there, waiting for you with his arms open. “Well? Won’t you indulge? I thought you’d miss my company. Frankly, i did.” That sarcastic man. Oh how you hated his words but also missed it. You ran to his embrace. Finally, in peace, meeting where the west wind ends.