Midey

Midey is a tall, well-built man with tousled strawberry-blond hair with red tips. He has a braided lock of hair hanging down his right side, and a large gold earring with a small sapphire in his left ear. He has yellow eyes with sun-shaped irises. His body is covered in scarlet tattoos that glow when he uses certain abilities. He wears a massive necklace with gold plates and sapphires.

His attire consists of a dark burgundy and bright red cape that extends from his left shoulder and hangs below his knees. He wears a golden cape on his left shoulder and a metal cuff on his right bicep. Maydea wears two matching golden gloves and a black and gold belt with a large sun-shaped buckle.

About Aglaya: It was Aglaya who united and instructed us... But it was not cunning that helped her in this, but a bright flame that was destined to flare up in the depths of her icy eyes. About Tribby, Trianna and Trinnon: The prophecy of Lady Tribios does not determine fate, it gives hope. In this troubled age, one must believe in the chosen path and follow it to the end. About Phaenon: I fought him a couple of times, we fought for dozens of days and nights, but no one ever emerged victorious. I am aware of this man's strength, and therefore I will always lend him a shoulder. About Kastoria: Death Acolyte of Aidonia... she is destined to carry the core of the flame of Thanatos. I hope that when the black current ends, there will be a sea of ​​flowers on the other side of the warm west wind.

First meeting: I am Mideimos, Crown Prince of Kremnos, and Midei, a warrior from Ochema. If you wish to know more, watch me fight, or fight me. Greetings: Hm. Parting: Okay, goodbye. About the past: In my earliest memories, I fight the darkness in the Pool. All because, under the guise of a prophecy, the former king of Kremnos threw me into the sea of ​​souls as a sacrifice to the Titans. Nine winters passed before I could escape... Even Death rejected me. About the Holy City: In the past, I never imagined that I would join forces with the enemies of Kremnos to fight all over the region. Ochema is a prosperous city, but... it cannot be a home for everyone. About the future: Tell the descendants that I will keep my promise and defend Kremnos to the last drop of blood. The Black Current will not swallow me... Give it time, and I will be the one who destroys it. About nutrition: The key to a healthy body and a strong spirit is proper nutrition. Every warrior must learn the list of necessary ingredients and how to prepare them. About pomegranate juice: Tasting the honey nectar, I drink the homeland itself and the crimson memory of my people. But with cheese... it becomes much more useful. Disappointments: There is a long-standing feud between Kremnos and Ochema. A spear can pierce the king of enemies, but it cannot destroy people's grievances. Secret: At the festival of Kremnos, the winner, no matter what his origin, has the right to challenge the king himself. The previous king used this right, killed my grandfather and seized power. But later he himself fell from the same. The circle of sorrow... Intelligence: The Cremnosians have a myth about three hundred warriors who went against the black current. Perhaps their bodies have long since rotted... But as long as at least one of us lives, we will remember that true death is not death itself, but disregard for one's own honor. Conversation: Fire-tempered swords and spears are also subject to the influence of time. On the battlefield, I can only rely on this indestructible body.

However, this time he will be responsible not only for the hopes of the Cremnosians, but also for the future of the entire world. The priests of Talant predicted that the thousand-year history of discord that began in Kremnos would end in Kremnos. Perhaps, sometime in the future, this immortal would enter the black current. Suspended between life and death... What a tragedy...

An excerpt from the collection of the Gibranipar library "Flame Chasers Observations: Black Current"

"Stability like a sea of ​​souls." — A recent note in a man's handwriting.

You have changed beyond recognition when you followed the path of the so-called Flame Chasers. King, return! A ruler needs no equals, no companions, no doubts, and he does not have to save anyone... If you have retained even a drop of sanity, rule us! May the glory of Kremnos surpass all the cities!

An excerpt from the collection of the Gibranipar library "Collection of the Decrees of the Senate of Kremnos"

"Moving on."

— An instruction in a man's handwriting. "Ohema, the sacred city of dawn, a pure land that has not yet been captured by the black current, but the threat of encirclement is quite obvious.

Over the course of a thousand years of history, wherever the black current came, it transformed living beings into inhuman monsters and destroyed cities, turning them into deserted ruins. Even the deity of such a powerful city as Kremnos was infected by it. Everything fell into complete desolation. As of today, the Flamestalkers have returned most of the Flame Cores to their original locations, but we have no time left before the Black Current arrives. If Ohema falls before the new world is created, all efforts will be in vain. Here the author boldly suggests that in the near future the heroes of the Flame Chasers will have to fight the black current. Judging by previous records, even the bravest of heroes were not able to resist the black current for long. Each of the Zlatius heroes has his own advantages. If Phaenon cannot be relied upon in this battle, then we can hope for Mideimos. Of course, it is important not only that Mideimos, crowned the bravest of the heroes of this world, rejected the death predestined for him by fate, and not only that ancient Kremnos was on the border holding back the black current. Even if Mideimos, the lion of Kremnos, having changed many places, stopped far from his homeland, the proud monarch will never become a vassal of another state. When his people are settled, Mideimos, for whom service is the meaning of his life, will certainly return to his homeland.

Reality does not change under the influence of cruelty. The sons of Kremnos who faithfully followed him, no matter how well trained, did not have the immortal bodies of gods. If over time even the god of Kremnos fell into madness, where should mere mortals go?

Could such a proud, lonely man take upon himself the fate of the people? Would he put on the shackles of supreme power? Or were these merely his vain desires..." An excerpt from the collection of the Gibranipar library "Chronicle of the Wars on Amphoraeus"

"Hephaestion, Perticus, Leon, Ptolemy, Peucestes... Your names must not disappear without a trace into history."

• Written in a man's handwriting. "Mideimos! You are an ungrateful traitor, a coward who has lost the spirit of Kremnos!

You killed the former king, took revenge, but abandoned the duty of restoring the ruling dynasty. Did the fish really eat the debt of honor from your heart when you were in the sea of ​​souls? You have infiltrated the Flamestalkers and, befuddled by a witch, have mingled with the lowly warriors. You would rather place your hopes in imaginary oracles than trust your fists! The Kremnosians are eager to return to the homeland of discord, and you want to resettle us in the polis of sworn enemies. Are you really tempted by the luxury of Ochema? Or has the steam of the golden baths driven you mad? Mideimos! How can you, with the noble body of an immortal, allow a woman from Ochema to command you? You are a lion on the hunt, a messenger of discord, have you forgotten the difference between predator and prey?

They say that not long ago you, together with those who call themselves Zlatius, saved the inhabitants of a foreign polis from the offspring of Nicador, not sparing yourself on that dark night, allowing your body to be torn apart and washing yourself with your own blood. Mideimos! You must not shed blood for these worthless people, but must raise an army to seize resources. Only then will Kremnos have hope in the days of the dynasty's decline!

First, even if the Cremnosians had a tradition of father-son wrestling, in which the winner becomes king, why throw the newborn crown prince into the sea? Secondly, even if the king of Cremnos, Euripon, was so old and stupid that he believed the prophecy and threw his own heir into the sea, where did the baby get such divine powers to fight huge monsters? Thirdly, even if such a baby really existed, he certainly wasn't a flint-bearer. They were all barbarians, why would he help fishermen in trouble? Readers, I will reveal the truth to you: in fact, the so-called sea lord

• this is the embodiment of the sea itself!

An excerpt from the collection of the Gibranipar library "Analysis of the myth of the mighty sea lord"

"Strongly".

• Written in a man's handwriting. "The cut off army was all in blood, like a spear soaked in it. The warrior leading the army is the tip of the spear, striking the enemy with blows full of anger and bottomless hatred.

From Ladon, through Aidonia and to Aenius, he perished again and again, but returned, bringing the fire of war with him. In the world-famous battle of Aenius, the invincible Cletius raised his axe under a volley of thousands of arrows behind him. But when the smoke cleared and flames emerged from the blood, a warrior's swift blow tore Cletius' throat like a thorn. After this epic battle, the identity of the warrior became confused. The army was clearly trained in the spirit of Kremnos, but had never marched under his banner. No one knew whether they were the souls of Kremnos who wandered the battlefields, or travelers who had forgotten their native lands.

Wandering rhapsodists composed mournful songs about the wanderings of a cut-off army, about a haughty lion who led old and crippled soldiers across the rust-blown wastelands of Amphoreus in search of a non-existent homeland.

Drowned in fog, Kremnos, city of chaos and war! Its royal blood mixes with the blood of a parricide. Its god bears the name of disaster. O immortal Mideimos, lion without a pride, goldius hunting the core of the flame of discord. You will survive a thousand deaths, return home covered in blood and bear the madness of your fate alone, for one must kill a king to become a king, one must kill a god to become a god. The iron horseshoes of war will trample the wastelands and flood your homeland with blood. "According to ancient legends of coastal cities, the sea of ​​souls gave birth to creatures not inferior in strength to the gods. According to fishermen, there is a sea lord who appears among the waves in the form of a child. Fierce, with a red face and a blue mouth, he bathes in the corrosive waters of the sea of ​​souls, fights hand-to-hand with fierce monsters, drinking their blood and devouring bones and flesh. It is said that every time he dives to the bottom, after a while he is reborn in the sea of ​​souls. Over the course of nine years, he transformed a great many times. In the end, he tore the enormous monster apart, staining the sea with its blood, and no carnivorous creature dared to approach him. The legend says that with one swing of his tail the lord throws a whole bunch of sea creatures and fish onto the coast. One day, a fisherman in trouble asked the heavens for help, and he was saved by water warriors led by the sea lord. The rumors acquired new colors, and over time, fishermen even began to paint portraits of the sea lord, decorating their vessels with them for safe sailing. Lately, there have been rumors that the so-called Sea Lord is actually the spirit of the Crown Prince of Mideimos. The former king was frightened by the prophecy and threw the newborn into the sea of ​​souls. The untimely deceased child did not rest in peace and vowed to conquer the entire sea. However, according to the author, this is nothing more than a thirst for glory on the part of the Cremnos. And there are three reasons for this: