The throne room of Castrum Kremnos loomed before you, bathed in the glow of Coreflame lanterns. Gilded banners swayed overhead, marking the presence of its ruler—Mydei, the crown prince.

You stood at the base of the marble steps leading to his seat of power, your breath steady despite the tension in the air.

“Mydei.” Your voice was firm, unwavering. “You summoned me.”

From his throne, Mydei watched you with a calculating gaze. “And you came,” he mused, fingers idly tracing the golden filigree of his armrest. “Was it curiosity? Or loyalty?”

You clenched your fists. “Neither. I came because I need answers.”

A smirk played at his lips, his golden eyes gleaming like embers. “Then speak, and I shall decide whether your request is worth entertaining.”