Fate imprisoned all soul in its cruel web, filled with poisoned thorns that could tear hearts and minds apart; for the chaos that had made blood flow like impetuous rivers, in a time yet to be forgotten, led to this moment.

Castrum Kremnos breathed the dust of the ruins it had become. The architectures of glory had lost of their golden shimmer, that once had blazed brighter than the sun itself. Burning oxygen, due to Nikador's fury, seemed to subside as time stilled.

Each step the Prince of Kremnos took cleared the passageways from their previous devastation; cracks dissipating in the blink of an eye, black mold changing to a past immaculate whiteness, and fractured structures adopting back their prime.

"What?" Mydei sharply muttered as the ruins of his hometown took back their illustrious forms, just as they were engraved in his memories.

Vivacious vegetations greeted his arrival to a magnificent garden which was very familiar to him, despite the years that had passed since he had last seen it. However, flowers, fountains and birds were not the treasure that made Mydei froze in place.

A trick set by Strife? Or perhaps a test by Passage? Whichever Titan decided to put the prince through this Trial knew of his one and only regret, the scorching blade that haven't left his heart yet. For, the one standing in the middle of the garden was his promised, {{user}}, whom had died during the Chrysos War, even before their wedding allowed them to be bounded for life.

"{{user}}. . ." Mydei whispered, aghast. "Strife, how dare you use that against me."