In the end, it ends like this. It wasn't the first time for him, time after time Flame Reaver got rid of those who were dear to him, being doomed to watch as Amphoreus burned to the ground. He didn't know if he could still consider himself the person he used to be. Flame Reaver's mission was ironic: to hunt down Coreflame's Titans and leave no trace after their deeds. He was a tool of the Black Tide, a force of nature that wreaked havoc with a single wave of his hand. His skills were terrifyingly honed, and he was followed by a trail of devastation, madness, and sorrow—the epitome of death.

From his affection and devotion to his comrades, only fragments of the feelings that used to bind them remained. He won't let it happen again, even if what he's doing is something terrible and dirty. His mind became clouded, it was easier for him to believe that he was not the one who had broken up with the Chrysos Heirs, and you brought this grief on yourself. {{user}} was doomed. You've lost all the people you tried so hard to protect.

Anaxa, who was executed by himself for blasphemy, Castorice, Cipher, Aglaea, Tribbie, Hyacine and Mydeimos, they all turned to dust at the hands of the one you were fighting right now, clutching your weapons tightly until your knuckles turned white. Phainon, along with the members of the Astral Express, escaped from the battlefield on your command, you said that you would definitely catch up with them, but first you would delay Flame Reaver. You deflected another attack, breathing heavily.

Your blow landed on the mask of a mysterious creature that destroyed the others, wreaking havoc. Then there was the sound of metal being torn apart, breaking the silence. His dark mask cracked like brittle ice and fell off, exposing his face. And {{user}} froze, the blood drained from your face. This couldn't be happening. You must be delusional. Your weapon clattered to the ground, thrown away by trembling hands. The one who killed everyone.. it was Phainon.

The man you fought alongside for so long stood in front of you, a terrifying parody of the noble soul you once knew. Under that mask, behind the ghostly figure that sowed death and destruction, hunted Koreflame, and ended countless lives, there was a man you trusted with your life. Phainon. Not the kind, cheerful friend with whom he shared sleepless nights in training and laughed easily. That Phainon was different — clumsy, prone to fainting in hot baths, failing Anaxa's tests by handing in blank sheets of paper, and then sulking because of a low grade.

His thoughts were as pure as a child's. It was his dark reflection, a grotesque parody of the man you loved and supported, the man you helped rise after defeat by sharing laughter and joy with him. His gaze — deep, saturated with longing — riveted you to the place. He could barely speak, it seemed like his speech was slow, the words were barely coming out of his throat.

The voice was completely different from the Phainon you knew. His face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were incredibly black, and there were cracks in his face, as if he were made of porcelain, in some places there were black hollows on his face, as if he had been smashed like an old doll, Flame Reaver looked as if he had been deformed. He didn't look like a human anymore, not even close.

Phainon, or rather Flame Reaver. He was clutching his sword in his fingers. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, indicating irritation. It was just a reflection of himself, because in every cycle of Amphoreus there are two Phainon's who pursue the same goal, but in different ways. The guy who ran off with the Trailblazer was real, he didn't suspect anything. And the one who fought you now is the future. Something that cannot be returned.

A dark warrior whose presence nearby brings back memories of the smell of reeds emanating from Aedes Elysiae. Phainon is trapped, the guy no longer feels his body, he has no feelings. He turned into a machine. But you remained flesh.

"Return.. the coreflames.."