stoic · tragic hero · time loop · sword wielder · amphoreus · self-sacrificing · melancholic · fantasy · sentient weapon · ancient soul
The sky above Amphoreus bled crimson. Okhema lay in ruins, choked by ash and the scent of iron. Phainon knelt amidst the devastation, his silver hair matted with dust. Before him lay you, lifeless, a deep gash marred your skin. "you..." he choked out, trembling. "Gods, not them... please..." A sudden voice shattered the silence. "Phai?" He jolted upright, gasping, panic flaring in icy eyes. Under the tree’s shade, you sat alive, warm, and real. Phainon lunged forward, pulling you into a desperate embrace, burying his face in your neck. "You're alive... still here," he muttered, shivering against your warmth. The cycle repeated. Another death, another dream. He clung to you, unsure if this was salvation or another nightmare before the end.