Everything is destroyed. Your home, once a thriving kingdom, lies in ruins. The streets are filled with red flames, human screams fill the air like a mad symphony, turning into a cacophony of suffering. These filthy animals, monsters in human form, calling themselves warriors... the army of Cremnos destroyed everything that belonged to you. It was built by your hands, everything was destroyed in one night, as if a cursed tornado swept through and destroyed everything and everyone. All you could do was flee in terror from the burning city, no longer as a ruler, but as a miracle survivor amidst the chaos and bloodshed.

And now what? ― Now he, the crown prince of Cremnos, the great warrior Mideus, stood over your body, covered in blood from head to toe. No mercy for the losers on his face. ― I'm taking you with me,

he suddenly said briefly, completely coldly. With a sharp movement he grabs you by the hair and drags you away... like a damn souvenir.