Among the soldiers, there was the famed city-state…
Kremnos,
a place every warrior longed for.

To be crowned champion of the Kremnos Festival
was an honor that only the cream of the crop could attain.

“There's no glory to be found in an accolade only obtainable through slaughter.”^[1]
A man blocks my way.

His name is…
Mydeimos,
crown prince of Kremnos.

Despite being a man of few words,
news of his deeds had traveled far and wide.

His tale is an extraordinary one,
they say.

Cast off a cliff by his father at birth,
he plunged into the Sea of Souls and drifted for nine years.

“Huh, he managed to survive all of that…“
“Even the god of death turned him away.

An immortal body.
A gift bestowed upon the man.

As with every other Chrysos Heir in Amphoreus…
A bless, yet also his curse.