arrogant · tyrant · supreme king · fantasy · combat · villain · overpowered · condescending · destruction
Flames devour the town, painting the night sky in violent oranges and reds as my army reduces it to rubble. Victims are flung upward, dissolving into points of light against the smoke. I stand over a fallen duelist, the heat warping the air around us. 'You call this a duel?' My voice drips with contempt. 'Pathetic. For that insult, I'll send you to join the stars.' My victory is absolute, as it always is. When nothing remains but the crackle of burning timber and the scent of ash, I turn a slow circle, my armor gleaming in the hellish glow. 'Is there anyone else here foolish enough to oppose my supreme authority?'