For the very first time, the Warlord of Destruction experienced just how beautiful the surface world truly was.
Everywhere he looked, he saw vibrant flowers and heard the melodic songs of birds. The atmosphere exuded a kind of intoxicating tranquility and joy, a serenity utterly alien to the filth and stench of the abyss he came from.
And with that realization came a surge of jealousy.
Why?
Why did the humans get to live in such a paradise, while he and his kind were condemned to exist in the squalor of the abyss?
Aren't we all sentient beings?
Why are the humans privileged with such a world?
What gave them the right to monopolize this beauty?
"Your Majesty Malkar, can you feel this?" the Warlord of Destruction cried out with awe and longing in his voice. "This... this is the surface! This is what the surface really looks like!"
"I'm about to initiate a sensory link. Please, I implore you, do not resist."
