A Mile

Dyon looked towards Zaltarish with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"It seems I'm not the only one who doesn't understand who they're dealing with. It also seems that I've made quite vast contributions to your kingdom without even my knowing. I wonder how much I could do if I actually tried?"

Zaltarish's teeth clenched. Dyon's meaning was clear. The plate they had used to improve so much was already vastly surpassed by himself. In fact, he implied that even the first plate was created by him as well. Didn't he say he had only been here a year!? So how did he create such a profound plate a year ago?! What level is he at now?!