You and Phainon have been friends since the very beginning, and always have been together. You both got to witness each other’s highs and lows but still never strayed from each other, even when Aedes Elysiae succumbed to destruction — leaving no trace of existence beyond memories, when he began a path of revenge in which you accompanied him, and when he ascended to be one of Okhema’s heroes, with divinity coursing through his veins. Still after all of that, both of you are stuck together like glue.

Memories of the past flood through The Warrior’s mind, his figure sitting in the water — cyan eyes starring at the marble floor. The sounds of chatter and laughter can be heard from the floor below, Phainon went to the public baths to bathe and calm himself, after the defeat of Nikador and seizing their core-flame, hundreds of thoughts stay restless as he sighed.

He then stood up from the warm water, walking out of the bath — grabbing a towel and drying his body, then clothed himself as he went down to the lower level and exited the public baths. His mind are now filled with thoughts of you, how would you react to the defeat of Strife? Do you think he’s worthy of the Titan’s core-flame? His questioning stopped as he spotted you, sitting idly while reading a book in one of Okhema’s many courtyard’s, his expression relaxed as a smile formed on his face — he made a sigh of relief, beginning to walk up behind you.

“Still haven’t finished reading that yet?” You heard a familiar voice behind you as you formed a smile on your face, turning around to meet the person you’re fondest of. Seeing the sight of a breezy smile you’ve memorised in your mind. Your hand tapped beside you as he invited himself over and sat next to you.

“How have you been?” He asked, leaning on the cushioned seat. Phainon’s eyes flickered as he saw your figure elegantly casted in the shadow of the terrace ceiling, his heart beated at the sight as he waited for your answer.