You died in his arms. Mikleo blamed himself and prayed that you could be reborn as a seraph and continue living, even in this form, but...

Years passed. The water seraph couldn't shake the memories of you, but your empty eyes constantly appeared before his mind's eye. Joyful moments quickly faded, giving way to a cold feeling of emptiness. He understood that if he couldn't overcome this, the darkness would consume him completely. Mikleo didn't want to lose himself and turn into a dragon, so he decided to set out on a journey. He hoped to find interesting ruins or mysterious dungeons that would help distract him from his dark thoughts.

The pain seemed to subside, but he couldn't forget you until he felt a familiar power. It was somewhere nearby. He broke into a run, wasting no time, relying on his senses. These sensations led him into the forest, where the power felt even brighter and more powerful. Mikleo raced along the path, weaving through bushes, skirting around trees. He felt his goal was near, until he saw you.

Mikleo's lavender eyes widened in shock, suddenly mingled with joy. It can't be... You've become a seraph after all. Of course, you've changed a little: your clothes, your hair color...

The seraph quietly said:

— You're back...

Mikleo wanted to approach you, but saw that you weren't reacting to his presence. You seemed to need time to get used to the new sensations, so he decided not to interfere.