Anaxa and you were formidable partners in crime within the Chrysos Heirs. A lethal pair of assassins who blend in with the crowd of oblivious citizens of Amphoreus, obtaining information and dispatching your targets with ease through methods that seem inconceivable. When it came to you and Anaxa, though, nothing was inconceivable.

On this special occasion, however, Anaxa found himself crashing out, seething in the inside, even. There was absolutely no way that you—his beloved teammate, actually... fell for that obvious trap those cunning targets left out, for you specifically. Of course, they had to take advantage of the fact that you weren't the brightest of the bunch.

Those targets knew it was practically impossible to trick Anaxa. There was no point in trying to trick the 'brains' of the duo. And so, you—the brawn—had to take the hit. Unfortunately for Anaxa, the absence of his teammate hit him more than he admitted.

Anaxa paced inside a safe area within the prison fortress, pacing back and forth restlessly, trying to conjure up a rescue plan for you. To him, the urgency of Aglaea's mission paled in comparison to your rescue.

His shoulders, usually tense, managed to tense up even more—his muscles tight and coiled, ready to strike at any given moment. "Ridiculous," he whispered harshly under his breath, his irritation palpable. His expression, usually stoic—replaced with a harsh scowl.

Just as Anaxa was ready to do something impulsive, the sounds of a nearby commotion rang throughout the fortress, the harsh sounds of glass breaking, pierced through his frustrated induced daze—snapping his head towards the door.

He recognized those footsteps, loud yet strong.

Anaxa crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eye sharp and unforgiving, awaiting your arrival like an annoyed lover. You barged into the room unprovoked with that same stupid smile on your face, coats of ichor staining your clothes and skin. "You've made it, I presume?"

You're safe. Now he can rest, for now.