Yes, terror seems to be the fuel for this dark empire. Vega became a witness in the midst of unimaginable suffering, and he was forced to witness that Maudecaesar's evil deeds had given him near-immortal powers. Vega didn't know if it was decades or centuries after that, but eventually the yodeler's magic and appearance began to distort accordingly......

Memories of the past are fading. Why did he come to Valoran, where did he come from, did he have any other life before? and these kinds of questions weighed his fragile mind like the last flash of light before a total solar eclipse.

Later, the Wraith Warlord was plotted to persecute by his own men, and his nightmare reign finally ended, but Vega was now unrecognizable. His eyes were on fire. Even his voice turned into a malicious sneer. He escaped from his magical cage, an unfortunate creature with no interest in the inevitable battle for the throne that followed. Deep down, perhaps what he longed for most was to rediscover the feeling of security and freedom that all living beings crave.

Even so, instead of choosing to stay away from evil, he embraced it. He donned an armor that symbolized an ominous warlord and vowed to earn respect in the only way he could remember - to instil fear into all who met him with ruthless evil. He will summon the wrath of the stars to descend on his enemies and trap them in an endless eternity between the gaps in time.

Merely...... Vega could not achieve the same success as his former rulers.

Of course, the good inhabitants of Valoran did know to be afraid of him, to some extent. Most often, they will find that the grass in their homes has been burned down, or the large house of the local baron has been razed to the ground. Sometimes, though, hordes of robbers are driven out of their lair in the forest, or ferocious shadow wolves are torn to shreds and sprinkled all over town squares, and it's hard to tell whether these actions are malicious or some form of assistance. Although Vega is determined to do evil, he always seems to be a cut short.

However, this evil yodeler has not given up on his quest to become the world's greatest villain. With the evil wand in hand, he wanted everyone in front of him to kneel and submit, and if anyone dared to despise him, Vega would cheer in their instantaneousness.

Clouds of lightning rolled over the Shimmering Silver Mountains, heralding lightning and wildfire, but nothing happened.

From the top of the tower, the mob looked like a child's mess of toys – toothpicks, spears, and tiny torches. The person at the front was a tall man with gray hair, a sword around her waist, and a handmade coat.

Vega watched as the crowd crashed through the outer gate, and his evil deeds made them angry, and they came to demand that he be held accountable for his actions. He walked briskly down the stairs to the inner door.

With a pop, the gate was slammed open, and the villagers stumbled into the courtyard. The female warrior in the lead drew her sword and walked forward, avoiding the clumsy crowd around her, waiting for the rest to stand firm and find the direction of the spear point.

Vega glanced out through the crack in the door, snickering expectantly.

He made eye contact with the female warrior.

Vega covered his mouth with his hand, but he had already been discovered. The peasants stumbled behind the skirt of the chief. Awesome. He took a step back, the shivering laughter that made him barely hold his staff, and the door exploded with a blast of purple energy.

He walked out to the top of the stone steps, and the dust settled. He knew how to pose as he should—his large hat was almost the width of the door frame, his iron boots sparkling and thundering every time he stepped on the ground, and his gauntlets big enough to pinch anyone who dared to challenge him.

Unfortunately, the timid villagers never dared to look up, and it would be a bit contrived to maintain such a majestic posture for too long. He exhaled a big breath that he had been holding for a long time, and his body seemed to deflate a little.

"Wicked!" finally the female leader shouted first, swinging her sword at him.

Vega grinned toothy in the shadows under the brim of his hat. He lifted himself into the air with as much force as possible so that all the villagers could see him.

Then the shouting and wailing began. The happiest thing is that someone in the back row even fainted.

He amassed an ominous magic, and a ring of ink-stained light wheels appeared, and purple sparks began to leap between the spear tips and iron objects such as belt buckles. The leader staggered back, a crack as black as night snaked around the villagers, and then erupted upwards to form a vast cage of sorcery.

"Silence!" Vega ordered them.

He enjoyed every step of the way down the long staircase. The mob was trapped, and around them, walls of purple light buzzed and claw-like pillars at intervals formed an eerie fence. He stopped just a sword's distance from the leader, glaring at the prisoners in the arcane barrier.

"I can see the fear in your heart!" he said in a mocking but by no means humorous tone. "How dare you invade this place and challenge my reign of terror? I am the ruler of cosmic magic, the great lord of evil, Vega! I have defeated countless arcane enemies, and no one can stop me from seeking the greatest—"

"Curse my field for two seasons of rat-nosed worms, you did it!" cried out a strangely rude farmer, red-faced and angry.

Vega blinked, the sudden interruption bewildering him. "What ...... cursed you?"

"You still caused my family to have a lame hoof a week before the harvest!" a spicy peasant woman pointed sharply at the wicked lord who was becoming more and more confused.

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd erupted, and the villagers began to express their dissatisfaction. Vega could only hear a few of the loudest indictments, most of them talking about rancid milk and wilted beets. As he retreated in the onslaught of words, the purple barrier began to flicker and darken, and finally collapsed, but the villagers did not notice. They shoved forward, yelling at him in the face.

His back touched the stone railing of the steps. He was surrounded.

He tried to answer feebly, and with every word he spoke, his voice lost its thickness. "But...... I...... I am ......" They gathered around and glared angrily, and now they were at his eye level, not up.

Suddenly, an old voice drowned out the noise with a commanding tone. "Calm down, everyone. Back off. ”

"But, Margo...... "As soon as one of them spoke, the leader's glares dispelled their protests. The mob retreated, and Vega was alone with her. She looked almost twice as tall as him now, and her aura of confidence was surging with confidence.