I stood straight, looking down on them with disdain that seemed to rise from the depths of my soul. Why? I wasn't sure. But I hated these creatures. I felt an almost primal need to make them respect me—to fear me.
"Rise!" I growled in their language.
The Thunder Tempests obeyed, standing to their feet without resistance. The connection between us was absolute; I could feel it. I had complete control over them.
"Good..." A rush of satisfaction surged through me as my heartbeat quickened. Excitement bubbled within. I did it! Wow! This is so awesome!
"I'm the Dark Lord!" I declared triumphantly. Haha, I bet that sounded so cool!
Malrang, perched on my shoulder, glanced at me with a strange expression. Without warning, she gave me a soft punch on the cheek with her tiny paw.
Wake up, Gaon... What are we supposed to do with them now?
Her words snapped me out of my exhilarated daze, pulling me back to reality.
