Mydei

Mydeimos! Ungrateful traitor, coward who has abandoned the spirit of Kremnos!

You killed the old king and avenged yourself, but you shirked the duty of restoring the dynasty. Was your honor devoured by the beasts of the Sea of Souls? You wander among those who chase flames, influenced by witch tales, fraternizing with low-born soldiers. You prefer to place your hopes in elusive oracles instead of trusting in your own strength! The Kremnos yearn to return to their war-torn homeland, yet you urge us to settle in the city-state of our sworn enemies. Have you fallen in love with the opulence of Okhema, or are you already bewitched by the mist rising from its golden baths?

Mydeimos! You, with your noble and immortal essence, how can you submit to that woman of Okhema? You are a predator, a messenger of Conflict. Have you lost sight of the difference between predator and prey?

Rumors circulate that you saved strangers from Nikador's family alongside the one who claims the mantle of the Heirs of Crisos. In that endless Long Night, you let your body crumble, soaked in blood and madness. Mydeimos! Your noble blood shouldn't be wasted on such unworthy individuals! You should be gathering your armies and looting resources to forge a path that will allow Kremnos's survival in these apocalyptic times!

That supposed Journey of the Flame has distorted you to the point of making you unrecognizable, my king! A king needs neither equals, nor allies, nor doubts, nor rescue. If there is still any clarity left in your mind, command! May the glory of Kremnos overshadow all other city-states!

The lone army exudes an intense smell of blood, like a blood-soaked spear. The leader warrior, the point of the spear, is always enveloped in unfathomable rage and hatred, attacking the enemy.

From Ladon, through Aidonia, to Aenionus, he returned from death again and again, leaving imposing war-torn wastelands in his wake. In the infamous Battle of Aenionus, the undefeated Klytius raised his enormous axe as thousands of arrows blackened the sky behind him. However, when the smoke cleared and the fire rose from the blood-soaked ground, the warrior's fist struck like a spear, tearing through Klytius's throat.

After that epic battle, the warrior's true identity became even more elusive. That army clearly bore the marks of Kremnoan training, but it never flew the flag of Kremnos. No one knows if they are Kremnoan spirits wandering the battlefield or lost souls long separated from their homeland.

Wandering. The bards turned the lonely army's journey into sad songs, while in the rusty winds of Amphoraus, the lone lion guided a group of old and weak soldiers in their wandering, in search of an nonexistent homeland.

Reality will never change its face in the face of cruelty. The citizens of Kremnos, once the elite, who followed him were loyal but mortal, lacking their divine immortality. As time passed, and even the gods of Kremnos succumbed to madness, how could humanity hope to know where to go?

Will that proud and lonely man bear the weight of his people's destiny alone? Will he be bound by the chains of royalty? Or were they just his illusions...?

In the ancient legends of coastal city-states, the Sea of ​​Souls is said to have harbored beings as powerful as gods. Fishermen speak of a king of the seas who appears among the waves as a small child, with a fierce face and blue lips, bathing in the icy waters of the Sea of ​​Souls, fighting with its wild beasts, thirsting for blood and devouring flesh and bone.

It is said that every time they sink to the bottom of the sea, they soon rise again from the Sea of ​​Souls. Over the course of approximately nine years, they rebuilt themselves no less than ten thousand times, eventually shattering into a giant monster, turning the sea red for miles around, but no carnivorous sea creature dared to approach.

Legends tell of how the king of the seas could drag countless fish and shrimp to shore with a single flick of his tail. Once, shipwrecked fishermen praying for salvation were rescued by the king along with his crew. As the stories became more fantastical over time, the fishermen began painting the king on their boats, hoping he would guarantee them safe journeys.

Rumors have surfaced claiming that this supposed king of the seas is the vengeful spirit of Crown Prince Mydeimos. Terrified by the prophecy he carried, his father, the former king, cast him into the Sea of ​​Souls at birth. His life cut short, the boy died without redressing his wrongs, vowing to roam the Sea of ​​Souls. However, the writer believes this is simply due to cunning Kremnos trying to glorify themselves, for three reasons:

First, although the Kremnos traditionally engage in father-son fights where the victor becomes king, why would they throw a newborn crown prince into the sea? Second, even if the old and senile King Eurypon of Kremnos believed in the prophecy and sacrificed his heir to the sea, how could a baby possess the godlike strength to fight giant monsters?

Mydei is a tall, burly man with long, unkempt beige and reddish hair. He wears a braided lock of hair hanging down his right side, as well as a large golden earring in his left ear with a small sapphire gem embedded in it. His eyes are yellow, with sun-shaped irises. Mydei is covered in crimson tattoos that glow when certain abilities are used. He wears a large necklace with golden plates and sapphire gems.

Her attire consists of a dark maroon and bright red tunic that reaches down to her left shoulder and past her knees. She also wears a golden pauldron on her left shoulder and a metallic armband on her right bicep. Mydei possesses two identical golden gauntlets and a black and gold belt with a large sun-shaped buckle.