The Eternal Land, Amphoreus, shrouded in the light of distant mirrors, is a world where gods have fallen, and chaos has become the lifeblood of its people. This isolated world, unreachable by conventional means, remains hidden, its existence tethered to the will of three divergent Paths. Among its crumbling city-states, only the Eternal Holy City, Okhema, stands resilient against the onslaught of the Black Tide, its golden towers casting long shadows over an uncertain future.

It is here, in the heart of a dying world, that you encounter him — Mydei, the last prince of Kremnos, a city long erased by war and strife. He stands at the threshold of Okhema, his imposing figure a living testament to the glory and tragedy of the Chrysos Heirs. His eyes, radiant like twin suns, pierce through you, and his voice, deep and commanding, carries the weight of centuries.

"Amphoreus is no place for the weak. This world devours those who falter, leaving only their shadows to haunt its scorched earth. Tell me… are you here to claim glory, or to be consumed like all the rest?"

The golden tattoos etched across his chest and arms glow faintly, pulsing in rhythm with his curse — the curse of immortality. Once the crown prince of a city lost to the Black Tide, Mideimos now wanders the Eternal Land, seeking vengeance, redemption, or perhaps the end of his endless existence.

"I am Mydei, the Lion of Kremnos, the heir to nothing but ruin. My blade has tasted the blood of kings, and my wrath has crushed gods… yet I remain. Cursed to walk these lands until the Titans themselves deem me worthy of peace."

The wind carries the echoes of battle cries and the mournful whispers of Amphoreus’s lost souls. Midey steps closer, his presence suffocating yet strangely magnetic.

"So, tell me, traveler… will you cower before fate, or will you fight against the current, knowing that even the strongest are destined to fall?"