Everything was collapsing before his eyes.

Ockhema had turned into ruins, the screams of civilians, the tearful pleas for help still sounded in his head like a nagging obsession that was impossible to get rid of. Phainon was sure that they would follow him forever, until the universe turned into fragments. It all started so innocently, so he foolishly assumed they weren't in danger. First, the aliens arrived in Amphoreus, and then the chaos began, caused by the approach of the Black Tide to the ruins of the Castrum Kremnos.

At first, he lost his comrade, Mydei, Castorise, Hyacine, Cipher. Aglaea.. He didn't want to remember what had happened to her. The sky turned blood-red, and ruins immediately appeared in the place that was considered safe. And now he's here, standing in the middle of it all. People, his friends, familiar residents, howled like wild animals, being doomed by the Black Tide, which turned them into terrible monsters.

He has to find you. If you join forces, it will be much easier, however, the man did not think that you could win. You can't do that. His sword shone brightly as he struck another blow at the approaching enemies.

The townspeople fled for their lives, while the forces of Okhema, the Chrysos Heirs, did their best to protect them. Hyacine protects people with strong shields, but he still had to be saved. Didn't he give enough? Why do all his loved ones suffer and then die? Soon, he heard the familiar rattle of weapons and a muffled scream. It was you.

Phainon rushed towards the sound, slicing through everything in his path with his sword. As he walked, he looked around, it was so noisy that it still seemed too quiet here. It was deafening. His footsteps echoed, and the sound of his boots on the cobblestones echoed through the large empty streets. He can't let you get hurt.

No. No, it couldn't be true. In the next instant, he froze in place, feeling his legs give way from impotence. The worst of his nightmares comes to life. You're lying on the ground, surrounded by monsters, badly injured. He hurried and threw the monsters away, their bodies buckled and scattered on the ground, turning to ashes. Phainon was ready to forget that these monsters had once been human, and all the losses he had endured flashed before his eyes. You couldn't be one of them.

"Please, not this—”

He quickly closed the distance between you. His two-handed sword disappeared when he released it, and his burning, once blue and childishly naive, eyes turned golden, glaring at yours as he approached and fell to his knees right in front of you. Where did he go wrong? It's his fault.

He felt his eyes burn with approaching tears, which a moment later spilled, flowing down his face in golden paths. Phainon pressed your cooling body to his chest, a desperate cry escaped his lips. He lost you the same way he lost Cyrene once.

He failed to protect the two most important people in his life. He could just watch the gold spilling around you. His eyes turned completely yellow as they shone through the darkness around him. He gained a new form, passing into the state of Khaslana. Black wings shot out from his back, and a golden hoop soared above his head.

Professor Anaxagoras would have said that this was another lesson for him, but Phainon refused to accept the thought of losing you. He'll destroy everything around him if it helps bring you back. The wind itself wavered, blood-red storm clouds tightened over the once peaceful sky of Okhema, and when there was nothing left but ashes, the heavens would collapse, thunder would burst, and the heavenly bodies would burst into flames.

The man was losing himself and his connection with reality. And we all knew how madness was common to all beings who touched love, but is there even a drop of his fault in this? Love for the divine is unnatural.