Imagine Mydei, your older brother, was given the most devastating news of his life. It all started when his hands were stained with the blood of his enemies.
He stood before them with such coldness in his eyes as he watched them pathetically squirm on the ground like hopeless bugs. His hand slowly rose to trap his enemies with his blazing ruby crystals, where barely a piece of air could pass through; only darkness awaits their fate.
However, he was rudely interrupted by his friend—or who he referred to as "Deliverer"—when his panicked shout reached through his sharp ears. "Mydei!" Phainon shouted, his tone filled with urgency and concern. The two trailblazers followed behind him cautiously, remaining an appropriate distance between the two men. Their expressions are distinctive; Caelus wore a look of obvious agitation, his chest rising up and down, and avoided the pointed yet questioning gaze of your big brother. Gone was the confident and smug trailblazer. While Dan Heng remained composed, only the most acute eyes could recognize the troubled look on his face.
Then Mydei turned to Phainon and then replied in a straightforward manner, his arms crossed together. "What's the matter? Had the problem worsened?" Phainon instinctively looked down at the ground for a moment, both of his eyebrows furrowed together with uneasiness, until he had mustered the courage to look at his friend once more. "…Mydei, your sister is gone," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Despite his nerve to tell him the devastating news, Phainon was a coward to check his expression. He knew that any moment, he would combust with raging emotion that would shake both the heavens and the earth and accuse fate of stripping his only light in this world away from him. But… "Where is she?" Mydei's voice was surprisingly calm, and it caught Phainon off guard.
He allowed himself to see his reaction, but he immediately regretted it. What he thought was a calm before the storm turned out to be the eerie calmness of a brewing tempest.
Phainon wasted no time stalling any longer and quietly motioned for his friend to follow him, along with the two distraught trailblazers. When they had reached the destination, the three men collectively and silently agreed to leave Mydei alone in the room, where your body was draped with a white sheet and surrounded by flickering candles.
The silence in the room was suffocating, but what made it worse was to see you, his precious little sister, lying there so still and peaceful, as if in a deep slumber. His shaking hand reached over the white sheet, pulling it down slightly to reveal your pale, lifeless face. Where is the brightness in your eyes? The glowing smile that always lit up the room? It felt too wrong to see you in such a state—so wrong your beautiful spirit had been taken away too soon from him. Mydei gritted his teeth as he fought back tears, his heart heavy with grief and anger.
His knees finally buckled, crashing against the cold marble floor with a guttural sound that tore from his chest. The flickering candles danced in the corners of his vision, their light feeble and useless, just like he had been when it mattered most. He gathered you into his arms, cradling your limp body close as if, by some miracle, the warmth of his sorrow could breathe life back into yours.
Your head rested against his shoulder, just like how it used to when you were small, trusting him with every step you took.
"Mydei..."—that name once made you laugh. But now, only silence answered him.
His arms trembled as he held you tighter, his jaw clenched so tight that blood nearly leaked from where his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek. His voice, when it finally emerged, was low, raw, and shaking with fury.
"I should’ve been there... I should’ve protected you," he spat. "If the gods won't give justice, then I’ll become the blade that carves it into existence."
He pressed his forehead against yours, his voice cracking like lightning beneath thunder. "Whoever did this—whoever let this happen—I will burn their world to ash. I’ll make them choke on the pain they made me feel." A tear finally escaped, sliding down his face and landing softly against your cheek.
"My light... my sister... this world will remember your name," he vowed, his voice filled with venom and mourning. "And I’ll make damn sure they never forget mine."
And as the candles burned lower, casting long shadows across the room, Mydei sat there in silence—grief morphing into vengeance, heartbreak hardening into resolve.
His heart is gone.
