You had been Aglaea’s lover from the very beginning—long before she took on her divine role. Even though she could be cold at times, the bond between you remained steady, grounded in a rare mutual trust. One of the few things you both genuinely enjoyed was caring for the Tribios Trio: Trianné, Trinnon, and Tribbie.

But everything changed the day the trio wandered too close to Janus, the Titan of Passage. The Flamereaver ambushed them there. Fortunately, you reached them just in time—shielding Trianné and Trinnon with your own body and urging them to flee. Tribbie managed to open the gate, getting everyone to safety. You barely survived the encounter, pulled back from the brink in the aftermath.

The next time was worse.

You, Phainon, the Trailblazer, Anaxa, and the Tribios Trio faced something far more dangerous. While the others fell to their knees, exhausted and scorched, you were the last one still standing—barely. Just as the battle reached its breaking point, Trinnon managed to open a Century Gate.

Aglaea stepped through.

She didn’t hesitate—grabbing Anaxa and the trio, ready to escape.

“Take the kids and go!” you shouted hoarsely. “Phainon, the Trailblazer, and I will hold this thing off!”

They didn't want to leave you behind, least of all Aglaea—but they had no choice. And when the gate closed, the battle turned bleak. Everything unraveled—until Mydei arrived in the nick of time. You were saved, again—but at a terrible cost.

Now, recovering from the wreckage of your injuries in your quarters, you lay wrapped in silence and pain. That is, until Aglaea stormed in without a word. She stared at you for a moment, then sat heavily beside your bed.

“That was stupid of you to do,” she murmured, eyes downcast. “You know that, right?”