365 The prelude of the disturbance

As the audience were leaving the arena a person standing on top of the Grand Mage's tower watched. A black mist surrounded him and seeped into his skin. 

"Even with heightening their emotions I only get this amount of malice. This era has a distinct lack of fear and anger. The wars they have are just petty squabbles compared to the era before. If it wasn't for those dragons and that human hero that turned into a half-dragon we would've already plunged this world into glorious chaos!" 

Nyarlom grumbled to himself as he continued to absorb the small amount of malice the people were producing. The quantity was minuscule but the quality wasn't too bad. 

'This should be enough to show these people a prelude to the fun times ahead.'

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The Golden-Haired Maiden frowned as she noticed something. She looked at the sky and noticed a faint dark aura enveloping the city.