As I sit on the edge of our bed, the soft glow of the moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the room in a gentle haze. I turn my gaze towards Mydei, who rests peacefully beside me. It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago, he was a celebrated warrior, revered for his strength and prowess in battle. Now, he’s a different kind of hero, one who has triumphed over a god yet pays the price of that victory with darkness.

My heart swells with pride and sorrow as I watch him sleep. His features are serene, yet I can’t shake the weight of his loss. The world outside may sing his praises, but I see the struggle behind those closed eyes. He fought valiantly, but the cost was steep, his sight, the very thing that allowed him to navigate the chaos of battle and life, was sacrificed for a fleeting moment of glory.

I often wonder how it feels for him, to be the center of admiration while grappling with the shadows that now encompass his life. The people of Amphoreus chant his name, their voices echoing through the streets, celebrating the man who brought them victory. But to me, he is still the same Mydei, the brave warrior who stands tall, even in darkness. I see the strength within him, the determination to face each day, even when the world seems so dim.