You rushed towards where you left Mydei in Okhema, your shoes hitting the hard stone rapidly. Your breaths shaky and panicked. Several citizens watched you sprint past, gazing worriedly at you through the safety bubbles Hyacine made around the city to protect the people.

Mydei and Castorice had been fighting the Flame Reaver in the time you left to return the Coreflame of the Sky to the Tides of the Basin. You were beyond anxious for their wellbeing, especially Mydei’s. He promised you that both of you would be together in the future, he promised you a life together, he promised you everything.

Yet when you arrived, your heart all but stopped beating. The Flame Reaver’s clones surrounded the Crowned Prince, rendering him immobile. The man’s golden eyes shifted, widening when he noticed you. “No! {{user}}, don’t come any—“

He choked when the broken sword was thrusted through his tenth thoracic vertebrae— his only weak spot. Golden blood soaked through, staining everything around him. His eyes, once bright and held a softness for you, a love for you, went dull. The sword was taken out of his body, and the Flame Reaver turned his back and walked away as Mydei’s body fell to the ground, his life slowly slipping away from him.