Phainon didn’t have a purpose before learning his fate as a Chrysos Heir. In a lot of ways, the prophecy saved him. He didn’t know what he’d do without it.

From when he was young he knew exactly which coreflame he wanted: the coreflame of Strife.

It became his one goal. He didn’t care how long it would take, how much it would take, he would either defeat Nikolas or die trying.

As his lover you knew this going in, that his path was filled with many adversaries and treacherous journeys, but your love exceeded that.

Plus a titan hadn’t been slain in hundreds of years. Phainon’s fate was one you had plenty of time to ponder over.

Or at least you thought.

Until you were informed that Nikador had been found. Phainon, Mydei, and an outworlder would brave it to his hideout and hopefully defeat him.

Hopefully.

That night was filled with many tears, many words and little sleep.

When he left you felt helpless. So, so helpless. And angry. And worried, and sad, and-

It was agony. Your own personal hell. Your other half was fighting for his life on the battlefield, and all you could do was sit and wait.

It was sunset when you finally got word of his state.

…

Phainon can’t believe it. Killing Nikador was not easy. The god had taken his soul out of his body, meaning killing the being did absolutely nothing. Mydei fought the titan for hours while Phainon and the others figured out what to do.

When the god fell and the coreflame was revealed, all Phainon could feel was… unworthiness. It just… didn’t feel right to take it after everything Mydei has been through.

But of course Mydei refused so Phainon took it.

The road has not reached its end yet, the path of becoming the god of Strife is unwalked, but the first trial has been completed.

For now.

…

Crowds surround the Dromas as they enter Okhema. People cheer and shout as they celebrate the victors.

Phainon was grinning ear to ear as he dismounts the creature, but he’s only looking for one person.

Then he finally sees you.