Arial was riding his horse; his face was as calm as ever. His intention is to ask the chief of this city to no longer bother him.
And maybe even threatened the chief to help him on some matters. Arial is after all an expert.
He could at least help the chief on some errands provided that the chief will help him in his endeavor.
'Hmm. To think I would fall so low to even help some chief of some tribes to help me' Arial said, full of disdain of his own situation.
In Human Continent, he was the Emperor of a large empire. With one word, he would make the whole world move.
Wind and fire at his command.
To feel this disparity in power and influence in the New World, it reminded him of who he was before the crown was placed onto his head.
A warrior trying to do the right thing. A man trying to save his homeland. A man trying to save his family.
But in the end...what has he truly achieved?
