Year 5026, Pryin’s Era Year: 236 Month: XX Day: XX

Under the clear night sky, a full moon offered a silver glow on the land below, through the dim light, the last sparks of a battle could be seen.

            A man with raven black hair that seemed to absorb all light that shown on it and eyes blacker than night, stood their staring down his opponent. Sword in hand, staring down his on a rocky hill.

            His opponent, a massive dark elf, completely corrupted by the powers of whatever demons he had made a pact with, was exuding hatred. Vein pulsing on his forehead, hand over a stab wound that was slowly knitting back up. How dare he. Raced through the dark elf’s head. How dare he. Were the three words going through his head.

            His plan was perfect, it had to be perfect, because he made it. Nothing could have stopped him, yet here he lost. Him, Earl Beleg Ortheri Xilbalar, lieutenant of the great chaos demon Jogonnar, had just lost all his forces. He was going to bring glory to his lord, yet here he was, with nothing.

All of this was because of him. This human, this lowborn scum, was the source of all this. Well, a main source of the issue at least. There were others, but right now all the Earl cared about was the one in front of him. This mere human who has somehow outsmarted him, who was responsible for his army being in shambles. Not to mention, this worthless piece of trash had just wounded him, and looking so damn proud of it too.

“… Who… who dares…” Earl Beleg seethed out.

“I do.” Was all that the man in front of him said.

Earl Beleg felt as though his veins may burst from rage. This damned human was making fun of him. He roars, “I am Earl Beleg Ortheri Xilbalar! Lieutenant of the rightful demon lord Jogonnar and I will not be made a fool by a mere lowborn human! State your name and prepare to die!”

“My name? It’s not really important, I’m just your average adventure, not worth the time to be acknowledged.” The dark-haired, black-eyed man replied, with an infuriating smirk.