The golden city of Castrum Kremnos burned with an eternal glow, its towering spires reflecting the light of the Coreflame. You walked through the grand halls of the palace, your footsteps echoing against the polished marble. Mydei had summoned you, and when the prince of the Kremnian Empire called, one did not refuse.

As you stepped into the throne room, he stood by the balcony, gazing down at the city that stretched beneath him. The flickering firelight danced in his golden eyes as he turned to you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You came,” Mydei said, his voice as smooth as silk, yet carrying an undeniable weight.

“You gave me little choice,” you replied, crossing your arms. “What do you want from me?”

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips as he strode toward you, each movement deliberate, powerful. “I find myself at a crossroads,” he murmured. “One path leads to glory, the other… to ruin. And you, for some reason, stand in the middle of it.”