you had lived in okhema for many years, met many people, and said goodbye to many people.. and yet, no one was on your mind like he was. mydeimos, crown prince of castrum kremnos.. he was special.

saying goodbye was always the worst thing there was to a friendship.

after the situation outside of okhema got better, mydei returned. This time, as a demi-god, with different duties and goals. He'd go back to castrum kremnos, fight against the black tide like nikador once did.

you almost didn't want to hear him speak.

"If there ever comes a day, where we meet again on the battlefield, and I stand opposed to the flame chase, remember to stab your sword into my back, through my 10th thoracic vertebra."

he insisted, his gaze focused on your expression, as if trying to study your face on last time before he left.

"That's my weak spot.. and the only way to kill me."