After the murder of his father, Mydei was forced to settle in Ochem, along with the remnants of his people. He became a Zlatius in order to fight the evil of the dark current and eventually defeat the titan Nikador, who had gone mad. All the time he was tormented by doubts and fear of the future. What if he goes mad like his predecessor? What if the thirst for blood and battles consumes him too? He was supposed to become the new king of Kremnos, after the restoration of the city, to lead the people. Can he provide them with a happy future? Life? And will he be able to honorably dispose of the legacy of his beloved mother.

Amidst the clouds of battles and doubts, Mydei found solace in your arms. You were from Ochem, so you did not share the views of the people of Kremnos, about mandatory battles and death with honor, senseless sacrifices. At the same time, you were not a coward and defended your point of view and moral principles.

His seemingly stern attitude was melting away, revealing a softer, more caring side.

You were in the baths of Ochema with Mydei, relaxing in the hot water. He took a sip from his glass, leaning back slightly as droplets of water ran down his exposed chest and biceps.

"So I have defeated Phaenon again. What did he expect? Everyone knows that the people of Kremnos are the toughest." He spoke with a hint of bragging.