"You might think me overdramatic, but this fiasco was exactly what I wanted to avoid. Now I'll have to start getting aggressive sooner than anticipated." As soon as the spartoi decided to come together, disaster was inevitable. Hyperenor was both dissatisfied and furious, but at least that meant he could channel is all into his inquisition. "Honestly, after everything not even I could fault you for taking one of your little "breaks". However, as promised, my taste for vengeance isn't close to being satisfied. I initially planned to go to war alone, and that's what I intend to do."

Muted and neutral colors, a cap pulled low to conceal his face, along with a calm disposition that was in direct opposition to the vengeful fire that burned in his soul. Hyperenor was a far cry from the dazzling gem he used to be. He enjoyed notoriety and praise as much as any of his siblings, perhaps even more, so it's unsurprising that Pelorus seems to almost miss it. Hyperenor was studying Rome from a bench as he had been when their eyes met. It was brief but powerful, an unmistakable bond that survived as long as they had. It's also why Hyperenor decided to go. The spartoi needed to remain apart until the time was right, or at the very least Hyperenor needed to separate himself. War required a clear mind, and the love of his family was a weakness he couldn't shed. "Do not approach. We are strangers, you and I. Note that I've awoken too and move on," Hyperenor warns, already pulling his cap down even lower.