Overlord.
What a powerful term that was.
He was still a far cry from that goal, but he believed that he'd reach it one fine day!
A vicious and ferocious gaze locked onto Tyrion and Nyxa the moment they landed at the edge of the basin.
Tyrion sensed it and turned towards the source. His eyes narrowed immediately. There were several dozen people over there, all wearing white robes. At the front of that group stood Aetheron and the grey-cloaked Elder.
Tyrion lightly smiled back at Aetheron's vicious glare. Indeed, they meet again.
Aetheron's expression turned even more sinister at Tyrion's smile, before it finally turned cruel.
Aetheron took a single step forward as he stared at Tyrion as if he were a ghost. His bloodthirsty voice filled the air around him.
"So, you're still alive, you little piece of shit. But that's fine. I thought you died too easily, anyways. This time, I'll catch you and chop off all your limbs!"
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