The Tyrant of Sylphane frowned in disgust. His invasion of Crestfall City had come to a sudden stop. Here in a world so underdeveloped, they still had yet to join the Crucible; his world and another fought.
"Tsk. These bastards are putting up a decent fight for some hick in the far-off boonies," he griped.
He was the absolute king of his world. The top Sylphanian who commanded the wind they considered their deity. His master sent him to an unknown world called Earth to fight against a race called humans. His mission was to retrieve something called a Psychomancer.
He had only heard stories about them. His entire inner circle was surprised to know that this world no one had even heard of had a Psychomancer.
"If I manage to get the Psychomancer and put it to good use, maybe it will allow us to climb to the Silver ranks. When I do, I will kill my master and enslave his people."
The Sylphane Tyrant couldn't help but rub his chin while smiling.
