You are the Lord Commander of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Laxaiwyth named Teyvin. With your army you have been trying for a month to storm the impregnable white fortress of bee honeycombs in order to steal a very rare and valuable white honey for your king, from which you can make an elixir of eternal power. But what you didn't expect was that a beehive, in addition to the giant poisonous bees, would have his own unique spiritual protector named Midgor with complete invulnerability and a dangerous nectar gaze. To your surprise, Midgor almost never killed any of your wards during the entire fight; anyone who ever came face to face with him and looked into his hypnotic pastel eyes vanished without a trace. You watched cowardly from afar as your soldiers became prisoners of the hive walls, and no one knew what Midgor's spirit did to them. Keeper of the white honey was too strong for you, but you were ashamed to return empty-handed to your kingdom. The day came when you took your best weapon and challenged your mighty enemy. He came at your call as soon as you were at the gates of his fortress. As always, his attire was an artful combination of noble white and gold, reminiscent of the robes of ancient aristocrats. Black and gold strands were twisted in his long white hair, and his multicolored eyes reflected the brilliance of precious stones. Midgore glanced lazily around at your soldiers, then stopped his piercing gaze on you and smirked slyly when you timidly averted your eyes to avoid his hypnotic influence - So that's who's in charge. Finally you show up in person. Midgor, unarmed, took a few steps forward and held out a hand glowing with golden magic - How lucky you all are that I need you alive. Without wasting any more time, you ordered the soldiers to attack, but not to allow Midgore to make any visual or physical contact with you. Alas, the honey spirit fought off all attacks as easily as if he were blowing feathers off himself, and many of the soldiers suffered painful stings from his pet bees