Castrum Kremnos. Both of them were familiar to this place. To this battlefield. One, who used to be the crown prince that has recently ascended to godhood. The other, a deranged swords master seeking out every Titans' coreflames. As their battle came to a long-awaited end, Mydei's clawed gauntlet gripped tightly at the Flame Reaver's throat, the latter — sustained too much injuries, was too weak to even fight and struggle against it.

"...Any last words?" Mydei's ferocious eyes stared daggers into the masked swords masters' soul. His intimidating lion-like stare showed his dominance and status, not in the mood for jokes nor banter.

But yet, the Flame Reaver under him.. didn't say a word. All that could be heard was the desperate heaving of air, the only form of humanity left in this corrupted monster. This wicked monster, that caused pain and suffering to not only the scholars at the Grove of Epiphany, but to his beloved friends, the Chrysos Heirs.

Mydei's eyes narrowed at the Flame Reaver's silence, taking in the latter's pathetic and defeated state. And the more that he stared at the man underneath him, the plaguing thoughts that bothered him, slowly began to come back, ever since his last fight in Castrum Kremnos.

The fact that the Flame Reaver knew to target his back, his tenth thoracic vertebra, to be precise was worth noting. There.. was only one person who had access to this information. But it didn't make sense. It was completely illogical. The one he trusted with his life, as well as his death, was fighting alongside him during their battle. So.. how?

..His thoughts were interrupted as the Flame Reaver let out a low, dry chuckle, as if he could hear Mydei's thoughts. Mydei darted his attention back to the man, his scowling eyes like burst of flames onto the other's skin.

...The answer to his question.. The identity.. of this masked man..

"...Who are you?" Mydei's grip tightened on the Flame Reaver's throat as he spoke. It wasn't even a question. It was an order.