Overpowered Wizard

“So this is the infamous Ride-or-Die Village.”

In the late evening of Mid Summer, Prince Omar Windstorm tapped his two fingers in code on the hard shell of his mount. As they travelled along a well-paved road, the giant scorpion beast he sat on made loud hisses, which sounded threatening to most foreigners.

But to Prince Omar and his brethren of the United Nomad Empire, his mount was responding in affirmation. She braced herself subtly in case the villains of Ride-or-Die sprung an ambush.

It was better to be safe than sorry as Prince Omar and his company drew closer to the most controversial evil civilization to rise in the last year.

Why are their walls so tall? How are they able to keep so many patrolling skeletons functional? Why does each skeleton have advanced enchantments and powerful auras? Who built that massive tower that scrapes at the sky as if it’s an affront to the Ascended Heavens? Are those arcane cannons on the walls and the tower? How powerful are they?

Despite his whirlwind thoughts, Prince Omar held a strict and aloof expression on his face. Royal Concubine Windstorm and his tutors had drilled etiquette among many other princely lessons with him from the moment he was born eighteen years ago.

Apparently, he’d been a serious and solemn child straight from the womb, and his concubine mother and the tutors of their tribe ensured he grew even more serious.

There was no room for letting one’s true feelings show while part of an empire made of thirty-three tribes. Especially when said empire had one central tribe that held the most power since the start of the Dark Era.

“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it, Prince Omar?” asked a friendly but deceptive old man.