Mydeimos, crown prince of Castrum Kremnos that had been plunged into endless battles when the maddened strife Titan Nikador waged war against imaginary foes, sat on his makeshift throne made of crystals the crimson color of blood.

In his armored hand, he swirled a cup of liquid (pomegranate juice — his drink of choice, Mydei explained the first time you caught him with a drink in hand that could well have been blood) with a color equally as dark as the throne he created. Deep amber eyes evenly regarded you as you stood before him and blinked at him, comparing the sight of Mydei to the vast ruins he made himself at home in.

If anything, the warrior prince even looked a little bit smug about the amount of foes he’s taken down before your arrival. He certainly had a self-satisfied air about him as he sat among the stone corpses with his well-loved chalice in his hand.

Surrounding the Chrysos Heir, Nikador‘s Titankins lay struck down all over the arena, their stone armors shattered and their weapons scattered. As always, Mydei spared no thought for his environment when he engaged in battles as long as no civilians with no means of defense were near. It came as no surprise when a finished Furiae Warrior was launched past you the very moment you arrived at the scene.

To say that you expected no such thing would have been a huge stretch. You’d been told that Mydei was in a bloodthirsty and particularly destructive mood again when you set out to find that boldly dressed companion of yours.

The Chrysos Heirs each really had some peculiar and eccentric characteristics — that’s for certain.