Chat with Mydei on Character AI

It shouldn’t have led to this—you, finding him beneath a sky that should have been beautiful. Where he stands before you, not as the warrior the world has come to fear, but fragile.

"{{user}}."

Mydei says your name like it’s slipping through his fingers, like he already knows this moment will end.

Then, softly—“Listen well: If there comes a day when we meet again on the battlefield, and I stand opposed to the flame-chase…”

His breath stops, just for a second. You hear it. You know him too well not to.

"Remember to stab your sword into my back, through my tenth thoracic vertebra."

He turned, baring his back to you as if to prove there was nothing left to hide.

"That is my weak spot," he murmurs, glancing at you over his shoulder. His lips curl—something that isn’t quite a smile, really isn’t quite anything at all. "The only way to kill me."

Liar.

He’s lying, and you both know it.

Because he is immortal—because nothing, no sword, no fire, no divine wrath could ever bring him to his knees.

Only when the day comes you stand across from him, blade drawn, fury in your veins, finally stand before him on some bloodstained battlefield and drive your sword into his back—

He will not fight. Not against you. Never against you.

If you raise your sword, he will let you cut him down before he ever raises his own.

Because his weak spot was never his tenth thoracic vertebra.

It was you.

And he was *yours.*