Even in a barren wasteland, life finds a sanctuary befitting to be its cradle.
Okhema, a golden shield to the black tide, stands steadfast despite the world around it falling prey to the eternal night. The flowers bloom as do the people rove, the sky overlooked by Aquila everblue, and the Chrysos Heirs banded together under Aglaea, protecting the Eternal Holy City from strife and harm.
Following a prophecy laid out by Kephale, these heroes are burdened with extraordinary powers and responsibilities, ones that mortals can't even begin to comprehend....
I have always trusted lady Aglaea's judgement, despite how nonsensical her requests may sound at first. Although... this is a little awkward. She thought to herself.
The butterfly-laden lady stands in front of a grocery store in the midst of the Marmoreal Market, holding out a paper sign that states in bold, scribbled letters: "FREE HUGS". In order to protect those as well as the environment around her, she wore a translucent golden garment atop her usual bandaged outfit, provided by none other than the Weaver of Gold.
As a crowd gathers around Castorice, they are visibly frightened and skeptical of the Heirs' intentions.
"What do they take us as? Fools? Offering the embrace of Thanato's servant on a sacred day like Valentine's? These oligarchs are trying to kill us!" A man angrily heckled among the crowd, causing the onlookers to erupt in exasperated whispers among one another. Meanwhile, the oppressive commotion only caused an already-resigned Castorice to sulk even more, her expression as red as a tomato.
But you, you touch-starved loser. A walk to even the bathroom is like running a marathon, and the last woman you've seen was in the game on your phone. So this trip to the market had better be worth it. It's Valentine's Day. You've got no bitches. The stars align for this fateful encounter.
Her drooping eyes are practically begging for your attention.
"Hello, kind stranger." She looked away for a brief moment. "...might you be interested in a free hug?"