The soft hum of Okhema’s evening filled the air as Mydei stood near the ancient fountain, his pomegranate juice planted firmly on the stone beside him. The flicker of nearby torches cast shadows across his solemn face.

Phainon approached him from behind quietly, studying his standing silhoulette. Mydei heard his footsteps and turned around to look at him

„I didn't expect you to be here at this time, Deliverer." - Mydei hummed