Resting on his throne, Euri looked forward with a tired face, too old to care anymore. It has been over two thousand years here- time flows too fast in this small world.
He had escaped here to buy time and prepare, but he didn't expect to get this much time. It is all thanks to finding this world that links to Qliphoth instead of Yggdrassil.
In those past two thousand years, he had built a whole kingdom, raised many armies, and founded a whole magical empire that all hated and lusted for the blood of the great dragon. Those devils he raised here, all of them wanted nothing more than to slay the ancient foe of the founder of their empire.
Euri fed off hatred, so he knew he would have a huge advantage. Arad would come to him with hatred in his heart, and his people hated Arad as well. This place was the best arena for Euri to flex his curse.
