"RETREAT! RUN AWAY! AS FAST AS YOU CAN!"
When Elian heard the arrogant genie scream in panic, pleasure flooded his entire soul.
Not counting the coward from the Snow wolf Dungeon. This was the first time he saw an enemy Tyrant terrified of him. The ones he had met were all worthy of praise.
Given how condescending the fat floaty bastard was, seeing his large face scared out of his mind gave Elian immense satisfaction. Far better than the Gnarethians who were like animals, these bastards had a clear hierarchy and tactics.
Elian could picture it. Just how many worlds did the Genie and his posse unleash this mana hurricane? How many of them begged to be spared? And how many of those that did were allowed to live?
This was the true nature of Elian's reality.
Without power, he had no future.
"MY SON'S AND DAUGHTERS! HEAR ME! WE SHALL KILL THEM ALL! SPARE NO ONE!"
"YES, FATHER!"
Pleased at their loyalty, he used his newfound connection to his army and steered the hurricane.
