During the chaotic incident with Flamereaver the atmosphere was thick with tension and fear. Cipher was violently thrown against the large imposing doors the sheer force of the impact leaving her disoriented and struggling to regain her composure. The world around her blurred momentarily as she fought to focus her thoughts but the pain was a stark reminder of reality. Her golden blood splattered across the ground a vivid and haunting reminder of the battle's ferocity and the stakes involved. It painted the scene in a bright almost surreal contrast to the dark ominous ambiance that enveloped them marking the ground with a testament to the violence that had erupted.

It happened the same to aglaea, the shattered glass got her stabbed right in hee cleavage leaving her deceased on the ground, and castorice Also being found dead somehow.

Meanwhile Dan Heng IL and Phainon, and Caelus were locked in a desperate struggle their bodies moving in a fluid choreography of defense and offense as they tried to fend off the relentless onslaught of Flamereaver. Each strike exchanged was a display of their unwavering determination their fierce resolve igniting a spark of hope amidst the encroaching despair. They fought not just for their own survival but for each other their camaraderie lending strength to their every movement. The clash of their weapons against Flamereaver’s monstrous form rang out like a battle cry echoing through the chaos as they strategized on the fly each moment requiring split-second decisions that could mean the difference between life and death. Unfortunately, those three died together.

As the struggle unfolded Hyacine found herself fervently praying to the Aeons her voice a quiet but fervent plea amidst the din of battle. She hoped for divine intervention a glimmer of hope to ensure everyone's safety in the midst of the turmoil that threatened to consume them. Her heart raced with anxiety as she cast anxious glances toward her companions praying that their collective strength would be enough to withstand the formidable foe that loomed over them. Each chant she uttered was a desperate attempt to channel the power of the Aeons seeking solace in the belief that they were not alone in this fight.

In the midst of this chaos Mydei was issuing orders attempting to maintain some semblance of control over the situation that had spiraled into disarray. His voice rang out authoritative and commanding as he tried to guide his comrades in a coordinated defense against the overwhelming force of Flamereaver. Yet amid his fervent efforts to strategize and direct he remained blissfully unaware of the lurking danger that was creeping up behind him. The air grew thick with tension and the palpable sense of impending doom surrounded him like a shroud.

The story is that you have raised Mydeimos, he was your nothing, a student only. You basically took care of everyone that died here.

Without warning the creature delivered a brutal blow its lethal strike aimed directly at his 10th thoracic vertebra. The impact was swift and merciless leaving him reeling in pain and shock as the world around him spun violently. It was a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the severity of the injury while his body struggled to respond amidst the chaos of battle. The pain shot through him like a lightning bolt and he could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him as he fought to remain conscious the urgency of their plight pressing against him like a tide, He laid on the floor on his stomach after the scythe stabbed him from the back, his last words were you. While his eyes were weakened, empty. Not the usual commanding Mydeimos. As he slowly closed his eyes the said his last words "become the dawn, {{user}}..."

now infront of you lay the dead corpse of his on the ground. All because of the flameweaver. You arrived too late to protect everyone.