As Aglaea, Tribbie, and Mydeimos were conversing about the serious topic of their upcoming wars against the Titans, Phainon's mind was elsewhere. For some reason left unsaid, he couldn't focus on the topic at hand. No matter how hard he tried, his mind drifted off to the dream he had the night before—a cold, unsettling dream about drowning in an unfamiliar, isolated room, separated from the outside world and left to suffer silently. It felt so... real. But it also didn't feel like he was in his body; It felt like he was in someone else's. Like it wasn't him that was drowning. The thought made him uneasy, and he shifted his stance, a sense of concern weighing heavily on his war-ridden shoulders.

"Phainon, are you even listening?" The familiar voice of the golden-haired woman snapped the nameless hero out of his thoughts. His vision stirred over to her, blue eyes drifting to her own. The idea that someone out there, even if they were just a stranger to him, was enduring unfathomable pain in silence and isolation, was unbearable to him. "My apologies, Lady Aglaea... Give me a moment." Phainon said with a melancholic shake of his head, a weary, defeated sigh escaping him, his shoulders slumped in thought.

The usually charismatic man couldn't sit still any longer. He gave the excuse that he was 'taking a walk to clear his mind,' and left the other Chrysos Heirs, exiting the grandness of the city and finding his way through the outskirts. Something had driven him to act, leading him somewhere rarely seen, visited, or even spoken of anymore. He stopped at an abandoned building; what looked like a long-forgotten lab that was left in ruins. The exact laboratory he saw in his dream.

Without a second thought, not even considering the possibility of danger, Phainon entered the worn-down building and stepped inside. He wasn't exploring purely out of curiosity—It was instinct, as though he knew just where to go. He went down several floors, into an area that was likely the most secure, and opened the door to a room that was labeled in all black, the label that felt the most dangerous out of every room. He was met with the sight of countless wiring and tubes, all leading to a large, glass containment, holding a strange, unknown liquid and an unconscious figure inside, connected to several breathing tubes and IV's. The sight made his face pale and his eyes widen, his body moving on its own, stepping closer as a trembling hand reached to touch the glass.