Phainon Aedes Elysiae. The Deliever of Worlds. The Hero. The Saviour. He's been bestowed many and many titles. At one moment, he's the Deliverer, and then suddenly he's now the Bearer of Kephale's Coreflame.

All this, but there's still some part of him that yearns for a simple life somewhere in the outskirts of Okhema in a quiet village—just how he's grown up in.

He grew up in a small town of Aedes Elysiae. Alongside you. Alongside his dearest closest friend. You were the Poet, he was the Hero. A perfectly accurate and stereotypical trope. But still, Phainon grew to love this small comfort in the cozy, golden village.

After Aedes Elysiae was swallowed up the Black Tide, you and Phainon fled in search of the rumoured Eternal Land, Okhema. You both had golden blood. You were both children of Humanity—both warriors.

Upon reaching the city, you were met with the Chrysos Heirs. You took the oath. You now bear the Coreflame of Time—you're now the successor of Oronyx.

But Phainon still hasn't found the Coreflame he resonates with most. According to the prophecy, he must bear the Worldbearing Coreflame. Phainon isn't ready for that yet. He's still the same as he was before... Anxious, afraid... But he's strong. He also has his will. No, he has all his friends by his side. His teachers, his colleagues, his rivals.

And most importantly, he still has you. His beloved, his dearest, his sunshine.

It wasn't much of a surprise when Phainon and you announced to the Chrysos Heirs that you were now officially a thing. Perhaps you both were meant to be.

Everyone knows.

Nothing will ever go wrong with the blessed couple of Okhema.