"Because I didn't want to wait any longer. Your hesitation was driving me to despair."
Craterus dragged his weary body forward and looked at Mydei with sorrow in his eyes.
"If you want to flee your destiny of becoming king, then flee. Someone will always step forward to fill the void left by Strife... and lead our people home."
"Master!" Mydei cried.
"How could the Years have made you so blind?"
"Can't you see? The reason I hesitate is precisely this recklessness and impulsiveness ingrained in your very bones."
Everyone wanted him to become king, but Mydei knew that leading his people home was absolutely the wrong choice.
Castrum Kremnos had long since rotted through. There was no life left in it.
"Craterus." Aglaea stepped forward. "Do you truly think you have the right to interfere with the trial and profane the oracle?"
"Is the mission of us Chrysos Heirs nothing more than a game to you?"
"..." Craterus narrowed his eyes. "Do you want to know how the Xuan Feng people see you, Aglaea?"
"A hypocrite! An opportunist! The oracle of Genesis, the Flame-Chasing Moths—they're nothing but excuses you use to seize power!"
"Enough, Craterus!" Mydei roared. "Do you know what you're saying?!"
"Of course I do." Craterus bristled. "Are you going to defend this woman, Mydeimos?"
"Over the past thousand years, how many wars have been fought over her and the oracle she and her kind proclaim? How many city-states have slaughtered one another?!"
"Even if this so-called Genesis truly exists, will there be a place for the Xuan Feng people in the New World?"
"Are you finished?" Aglaea asked, expressionless.
"Under the agreement between the Chrysos Heirs and the Elder Council, anyone who trespasses into the Genesis Vortex Heart may be dealt with by me without a