Chapter 4.1

My stay at this "Academy" was productive. I have accumulated much knowledge of this world. Much has changed over 3000 years. The Joint Kingdom I had built over centuries was destroyed, scattered to pieces, and was taken over by my "students". Each of them conquering new lands.

It seems that only my youngest student was against attacking me. They seemed to label her as the devil's concubine, a childish name for some with such power. The rule I granted her was a simple one. The ability to rule over temperature. This rule was too powerful for most people, for they needed a catalyst to activate it. Yet the day I met her, I noticed she had the rule of weather in her, the perfect catalyst to harness the power of temperature. What luck I thought. So to help here control it I gave her my rule of temperature. The rule of temperature was able to control weather as well but not the scale as the rule of weather. Her name was Sol

I now wonder around, looking for her, just one comrade to aid me in my conquest. Now that I have the capital Glas under my control, I could fake my identity. I transformed my body into a man of forty.

The other cities of Blizzard called for a meeting. They all noticed the sudden disappearance of the mining village, heard of weird reports about huge massacres, yet never found any signs of a struggle, each one of them was scared of losing power and a luxurious lifestyle. The King may have granted them some power, rules branched off his own, but they were still to arrogant, never truly cultivating it. And that arrogance was their downfall.

Yfir waited three months for all the nobles and viscounts to gather. The long awaited meeting began.

As the nobles gathered into that Kings Chambers. Akull appeared. "My king" said all of them, bowing down. The King took a seat below the throne, causing much confusion amongst those there. Soon after Yfir walked in. All eyes were at him. One of the higher ranking viscount yelled "Insolent f*ck, who do you think you are barging in here?!?!! Guards arrest that man!!!" Yet the guards didn't move. The nobles and viscounts looked around, confused. And as Yfir came and sat down on the throne, the nobles personal guard came in for an attack. Yet they disappeared, *Poof just gone, no residue, nothing was left.

Yfir released a bit of his mana to showcase. All the nobles could feel at that moment was fear, a primal urge to run and never look back.

"Now...Let's get down to business..." -Yfir