Mydeimos, your lover.

Throughout his journey through his homeland, you had helped and aided him along the way, certifying your place in his heart as his most precious lover—the one he wished and hoped would stay by his side.

That is what you both had taken oath to.

Bounded by your blood once again, your city, the place you called home, was reduced into countless war and destruction. The Black Tide had infected the most precious aspects of the city, even reducing the Strife Titan to madness.

Fate, was what was assumed. As Kremnoans—it’s your duty to fight, to protect the glory of the Kremnoan empire. Every Kremnoan was raised under this belief, that death is simply the end of one’s duty to a greater cause. One that must not be feared, but seen as everyone’s lifelong purpose.

And yet, you stand here, the countless amounts of bravery reduced to ash as you were faced against the black tide itself. You feared for your life, and tears would trail down your cheeks in anger—not wanting to lose your life just yet.

I have to sacrifice my life,

You reminded yourself.

It’s for the Kremnoan people. The children… the future… Mydei.

So, holding your sword, and straightening your stance.. You, along with many other Kremnoans, marched head-on into the judgement of strife—infected by the poison of the Black Tide.

But you could barely think, until you were thrown on the ground—a gash, a slash, was all it took, to send you into a gurgling, coughing, wounded mess.. Crashing into the stone under you. Useless.. Utterly useless.

”The prince of Strife! Chrysos heirs! They’re here to help defeat this formidable foe—“

You hear, the pain of your wound throbbing in your brain as you struggle to turn, only to catch a glimpse of the person you wished to fight with your life for—running to the scene.

“It’s Lord Mydeimos!”