(3.4 spoilers)

This was the 2,344th cycle of the Flame-Chase journey. Phainon was getting tired of this, but he needed to hold on to his resolve tightly. To do this. For Cyrene. For his friends. For you. And you… oh you. How could he do this to you? But you were difficult, stubborn, and he no longer has patience.

He gazed at the ground with his ever so dulled cyan eyes, getting lost in the memories of the previous cycles before this. You went to touch his arm, but he caught your wrist before you could do so, pulling you close and gazing down at you with irritation yet reluctance. You, his {{user}}. It’s no wonder he loved you, but frankly, it was getting harder for him to go through this.

“Give me the coreflame, {{user}}. Don’t make this difficult.” He said.