In the Strife Ruins Castrum Kremnos, the flashback ended, and Mydei woke up, clutching his forehead.
"... Dreams always end here. The journey back to Castrum Kremnos has taken longer than I expected."
" Craterus said that shortly after I fell into the sea, my mother waged a gladiatorial contest against the late king—she died because of my father's poison, and I never met her."
"But she would appear every night, waiting in the dim firelight. I kept waiting for the dream to continue, thinking that she would leave more instructions or guidance..."
"But now... I think I understand."
Mydei slowly raised his head, gazing at the seemingly endless road leading into the depths of the ruins of Castrum Kremnos. "This is all she wanted to tell me."
"Now, I only have one identity left..." His gaze became sharp and heavy, like tempered black iron.
Bearing an inescapable past and an inescapable future, this lonely king steps forward once more.
With each step taken, the invisible shackles grew heavier, and the surrounding scenery twisted and changed like shattered glass.
The deathly Okhema, shrouded in eternal night, and the magnificent, bustling scene of Kremnos in his Remembrance intertwined, overlapped, collapsed, and rebuilt wildly before his eyes.
The phantom and voice of an old friend appeared one after another. "Look, Mydeimos has returned!"
"Would you like to try some fresh pomegranate juice?"
"Come quick! Look at what I just wrote..."
" Mydeimos! Did you just get back from training?"
"It's been... a long time."
"Welcome home... Mydeimos."
Gorgo's familiar and warm voice brushed past my ear once again, like a sigh.
Have you also found something worth protecting?
Before the words were even finished, the scene before them changed drastically!
On either side of the magnificent steps leading to the holy city of Okhema, countless guards Kremnos stood like a forest.
Their spears slammed to the ground, their shields clashed, producing a deafening roar.
The unified shouts converged into a towering wave, crashing against the eardrums and souls of Mydei:
"Son of Gorgo, he won the crown through bloodshed!"
"Son of Gorgo, he will be crowned in blood!!"
"Son of Gorgo, he will be crowned in blood!!!"
bass!
In that instant, Mydei's consciousness seemed to be pierced by an invisible blade!
The chilling gaze emanating from the highest heavens suddenly intensified, pressing down on his spine as if it were a tangible force.
It doesn't originate from any specific location, but rather permeates the entire space, carrying a kind of indifference that overlooks all things.
In a dimension imperceptible to Mydei, a colossal hourglass phantom, composed of pure energy, quietly emerged.
Its outline appears and disappears in the sky above Castrum Kremnos, with fine sand flowing silently, connecting an unobservable beginning and end, forming an ∞ symbol that stretches across the heavens and earth.
This is the gaze of " Eternity," devoid of sorrow or joy, His gaze piercing through the Bulwark of time and space, landing upon the soon-to-be-crowned son of " Strife."
However, this extraordinary gaze was not truly 'perceived' by Mydei.
He felt an indescribable tremor and heaviness emanating from the depths of his soul, as if the scales of fate had been completely shifted at that moment.
Mydei suddenly opened his eyes!
The deafening cheers, the forest of weapons, the swirling phantoms... all vanished without a trace in an instant, like the receding tide.
Before them, only in the center of the core ruins of Castrum Kremnos, a throne formed naturally from countless enormous crimson crystal pillars stood silently on the barren land.
It exudes a scorching yet restrained energy, like solidified magma and blood, symbolizing power, sacrifice, and rebirth.
The wind howled, stirring up dust from the wasteland.
Mydei stared silently at the throne, his gaze complex, before finally settling into a deep, calm.
Without further hesitation, he strode forward.
With a wave of his hand, the tattered yet still flamboyant single-winged cape behind him suddenly billowed up, fluttering as if it were alive, moving without wind.
He turned around, exuding an undeniable air of authority, and sat firmly on the crimson crystal throne.
The cold, crystalline sensation traveled through the armor, igniting a dormant flame within him.
"Mother..." His deep voice echoed above the ruins, carrying a resolute determination as the dust settled, "I have returned home."
The year 4931 of the Light Calendar, the Balanced Month
The Titan of Strife, the Spear of Divine Retribution, Nikador has fallen. Prince Mydeimos, the King of the Kremnos, triumphs over the trials, and a new god is born.
On this day, the thousand-year-old dynasty of Kremnos came to an end.
Scepter δ-me13, " Eternity " audience seats.
Before the panoramic window overlooking the starry sky, a faint purple light flashed in Ye Yan's eyes before he silently withdrew his gaze.
"Having fun?" He walked over to Silver Wolf, who was still engrossed in the game.
Silver Wolf blew bubble gum, "It's alright, it would be even better if I could find my large toilet."
Not long after, seeing the word 'failure' in bright red on the screen, Silver Wolf calmly put away the game console. She was used to losing so many games in a row.
"Is the ' Strife ' level over?"
"Yes, that was wonderful. You should really see how that crown prince returned home."
"Hmm~ I think I'll pass."
Silver Wolf pursed her lips and started blowing bubble gum again. When she watched the battle with Ye Yan in Castrum Kremnos, she always felt a strange sense of familiarity with that black-robed swordsman.
To be precise, he should be called " Flame Reaver ". Since the perspective is mainly from the stars, it is inevitable that some details will be missed when fighting the Flame Reaver.
For example, those mysterious soap crumbs are completely undetectable to Xing, who is focused on the battle.
Silver Wolf, sitting in the audience, witnessed all of this and was deeply shocked!
"What the hell... The Flame Reaver was an ' Eternity ' Emanator disguise?!"
Silver Wolf looked at Ye Yan with suspicion, hoping for an explanation. Was this also part of the " Church of Eternity "? Had the Chair personally intervened?
"No wonder Xing had such a hard time fighting; thinking about it this way makes a lot more sense regarding their combat strength."
Silver Wolf analyzed the battle situation in the center of the battlefield. Since she and Ye Yan were projections, the rubble and debris could not cause them any effective damage.
Originally, the combat strength was very balanced, until Silver Wolf saw that " Flame Reaver " had run out of patience and stopped pretending, drawing an ∞ symbol to create multiple phantoms, and the originally disadvantageous situation was instantly reversed.
"Huh? Why is this ' Eternity ' Emanator so unreliable? He's even summoned a clone?"
She smiled dismissively, watching the Flame Reaver's slightly 'struggling' back. "Ultimately, he's been worn down by time... Something seems off?"
"From a purely Reason perspective, the Flame Reaver was outnumbered, making him the one at a disadvantage."
Is it a consistent characteristic of " Eternity " Emanator solemnly state unconvincing statements?
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the battlefield ahead reached its climax.
As Xing and Phainon shielded Mydei from a fatal blow, Mydei repelled the Flame Reaver and, taking advantage of being bound by the crystal pillar, charged up his " Spear of Divine Retribution " to deliver the final blow.
Xing followed closely behind, and when she summoned the " Edge of Divine Retribution " that blotted out the sky, Silver Wolf could no longer hold back.
Okay, she takes back her statement about the unequal combat strength.