In a barren land, with the sky overcast with dark clouds, a warm wind was blowing across. Ein, with the Magic Supercomputer's gigantic array of magic circles floating around him, walked forward one step at a time.
Gene, a short distance away, waved his burning red right arm in the air, as if stretching. The crown on his head started to give off a much brighter glow as the smile on his face, revealing his sharp teeth, turned wider.
"Ein, oh Ein, my little lovely toy,"
Gene muttered, his expression filled with ridicule and overconfidence. "You just barely got saved by your girls, and you'd still walk to your death?"
As his stare turned to the two elves, his eyes narrowed, hatred visibly burning deep within his gaze.
"And you two, I'll make sure to kill you slowly as payback for the previous attack!"
