The crown prince of Kremnos, Mydeimos. As fearsome as a lion, he was portrayed as the epitome of confidence and self-reliance. Though he was a man of few words, news of his deeds traveled like wildfire. An extraordinary tale, they say.

Blessed by immortality, it was both a blessing and a curse — commonly burdened by any who was worthy enough to be a Chrysos Heir. His tragic past, one Mydei hated bringing up, was no longer heard from this world again.

Castrum Kremnos — not many would have remembered this city.. whom was also home to Mydei. As their god descended into madness and ended up betraying its very own vow, the crown prince of Kremnos himself took to the battlefield. With a vice grip on his spear, he aimed at the heart of the enemy-

-Yet, at that very end of that speartip.. was directed at his own homeland.., his own father..

Rumours, chatter and outcries stirred upon the Kremnoans', as the man rises to leave. The truth of his actions, only made known to himself. Once a hero in glory, now a traitor to the Kremnoans, the last patricidal crown price.

"..Tch.." Mydei crossed his arms, as he put away the worn-out stone letter tablet. This was unexpected. He really didn't expect you to actually visit Castrum Kremnos and find out everything about his past. Then again, deep down, he felt such an act to be truly commenable.

Neither of you said a word, as Mydei crossed his arms, his sharp and ferocious lion-like eyes staring at you. His stoic expression remained unchanged as he stared at you, as if waiting for you to speak.