Mydei walked step by step toward the throne ahead. Paired with the background music and wide-angle shots, the scene was filled with grand epic grandeur.
At that moment, the space before him suddenly shifted, revealing the Castrum Kremnos of the past…
Mydei stood frozen in place and looked around.
"Look! Mydeimos has returned!"
"Fresh pomegranate juice—come try some!"
"Welcome back!"
The prosperous Castrum Kremnos was still as bright and splendid as ever!
However…
In the next moment, everything in front of him vanished.
Mydei let out a soft breath.
[Such powerful epic atmosphere!]
[This music—I'm completely in love with it.]
[The king returns to his homeland!]
[The epic and fateful feeling in this segment is truly overwhelming.]
As Mydei continued forward, the past once again surfaced.
"Come quick! Look at what I just wrote…"
"Mydeimos! Did you just finish training?"
"It's been… so long."
Mydei closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.
The scene returned to reality once more…
He had finally arrived at the steps, and at the top of those steps stood the throne of Kremnos.
He slowly raised his head.
His mother's whisper echoed in his ears.
"Welcome home… Mydeimos. Have you found something worth protecting?"
Thud——
As Mydei stepped onto the stairs, the surroundings changed for the third time.
Countless Kremnos soldiers stood in two rows, clearing a path for him.
"Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood! Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood!"
"..."
Amid the repeated calls, Mydei listened to everything and walked forward step by step.
[Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood!]
[Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood!]
[Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood!]
[Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood!]
[...]
At this moment, the entire screen was flooded with red text repeating "Son of Gorgo, crowned in blood!"
Mydei finally reached the throne.
He gently brushed the dust off the throne, then sat down as if it were only natural.
The camera then rapidly pulled back, retreating all the way to the path Mydei had taken.
Countless Black Tide creatures had already appeared there, slowly advancing toward him.
The screen went black, leaving only Mydei's final whisper.
"Mother… I have returned home."
The subtitles then appeared:
"Light Calendar Year 4931, Month of Equilibrium
The Titan of 'Strife,' the Lance of Fury, Nikador, has fallen. Mydeimos, King of Kremnos, overcame the trial, and a new god was born.
On this day, the thousand-year dynasty of Kremnos officially came to an end."
[One man guarding an entire city… how lonely.]
[Invincible!]
[Absolutely amazing!]
[Mom, I'm home.]
[Castrum Kremnos, your king has returned.]
[That final subtitle makes this history feel like it actually existed.]
[The King of Castrum Kremnos, with his immortal body, will fight until the dawn of Amphoreus arrives!]
[Praise be to Mydeimos!]
——
At the same time, in Okhema.
Aglaea, Tribbie, Trinnon, Phainon, Caelus, and Castorice stood solemnly in the garden.
"There's a scent of sunlight in Okhema's wind…" Tribbie maintained a smile as she spoke slowly.
"You used to love this place the most, didn't you, Trianne?"
The camera then showed the direction everyone was looking.
In a cradle lay a doll, quietly resting.
"Lady Trianne… why did she become like this?" Castorice's voice was already choked with tears.
Tribbie comforted her. "Take it easy, Castorice. Partings are inevitable in life. It's just that our farewells aren't as violent as those of ordinary people."
Trinnon continued, "When we set out on this journey, Janus had already given a prophecy. Just like how It split Itself into countless paths across the world…
It is only natural that we inherited Its fate and walked the same path."
"Teacher Tribbie, if you don't mind… would you be willing to tell us about that period of history? About the past of the 'Oracle'." Phainon changed the subject.
"What does Snowy want to know?" Tribbie asked in return.
"Mydei has set off to shoulder the fate that belongs to him. This is the mission of every demigod. One day, we will all have to cast aside our past and walk the same road as him.
So I want to know—what kind of courage did it take for you, as Amphoreus's first demigod, to take that very first step on this path?
And what has kept you going, even after shattering yourself and experiencing countless partings, to still walk forward without hesitation until today?"
"Of course."
Aglaea gently reminded her from the side, "Teacher, are you sure it's alright?"
"Dee has already shown us through his actions… What reason do we have left to hide anything from everyone? Let's go, everyone—"
"To the Abyss of Fate, to see what it looked like in the past."
Caelus wiped his tears. "Mem, come out and get to work!"
"Then… I'm counting on you." Tribbie gave a faint smile, then turned to Trinnon. "Could I trouble you, Trinnon?"
Phainon caught the meaning behind Tribbie's words. "Teacher Tribbie… you're not coming?"
"I want to stay here a little longer… and keep Trianne company."
"Understood. We'll head out first. Take care."
Aglaea nodded. "Since you've made up your mind, we'll do as you say… See you later, Teacher."
After everyone left, only Castorice and Tribbie remained.
Tribbie looked at Castorice beside her. "Castorice, aren't you going with them?"
"No. I'd rather stay with Lady Trianne." Castorice gazed at the doll that Trianne had become.
"She… was most afraid of being alone."
As she spoke, she took out a cute doll of Trianne. On its head was a red gemstone.
Tribbie asked, "What's this?"
"A small gift. I wanted to give it to her in person… Unfortunately, fate moved too quickly."
Tribbie suddenly understood. "So that day… you saw us arguing?"
"Yes. I thought Lady Trianne would definitely like it, so I bought it."
"I see." Tribbie shook her head slightly. "Castorice, actually… I recognized it at first glance. This really is a genuine item from Janusopolis."
"Then why…" Castorice asked, confused.
"It's just that Trianne lost far more memories than I did. For example, she forgot… that in our homeland's tradition, this glass item carries an unlucky meaning."
"Ah… I'm sorry, Lady Tribbie, then I…"
"Don't apologize, Castorice. Back then, I simply didn't want her to be trapped by the past. After all, we had already left our homeland a long time ago. But now… perhaps this is the best gift we could give Trianne."