A tall and lengthy man stood on top of a snowy black mountain. The man wore a military outfit decorated with multiple medals. His smooth black hair was roughed by the blowing wind. The snowy wind assaulted his red eyes but it never blank. He gazed at the bottom of the black mountain. His eyes were fueled with rage and sorrow. As he continued to stare at the bottom of the mountain the snow started to tremble.

It was very slow at first, but it remained steady. As time crawled the tremble started increasing the frequency was no longer steady.

Multiple black outlines were shown through the snowy fog. Humanoid and non-humanoid figures started steadily climb the mountain. There was a human with golden blonde hair exposed to the world. His blue eyes stared at the man on top of the mountain. His blue eyes looked at his back and there were multiple people behind him. They all wore paladin armor and they seemed to be following the blonde man. 

A sound that broke through the sound barrier charged out of the cloud of the mountain. It was a black dragon with beautiful black scales that decorated its body. Smoke and fumes came out of its nostril, but it wasn't the only dragon. Multiple dragons also flew up and lined up behind the black dragon, they looked like kids compared to the size and might of the black dragon. If there was one thing that was in common, they stared daggers at the man on the mountain. 

As time went by, more and more creatures came out of the woodworks. They all came from different factions, and all had different appearances. There was a group of purple glowing spiders that looked hideous, golems that had different ores and jewelry all over their body, orcs that hulking sized bodies with different tribal tattoos on them, elemental creatures that took the appearance of gaseous beings. druids that had different appearances depending on what their spiritual animal was, and even necromancers who led their undead horde to charge up the mountain. 

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The rag tag group was very disorganized, but they were massive in size and were all united by one strange power. That power was... to kill the man on the mountain. 

The man stood on top of the mountain, unflinching even though the dreadful horde was approaching. He snorted in mockery and said in a mocking tone that travelled across the stormy mountain.

"I'm so happy that you guys all decided to unite just to gang up on me, I'm very flattered."

"Romanus Lasvoss, you're accused of starting multiple global wars, multiple civil wars, and multiple rebellions. How do you plead?" The blonde man shouted back in fury at the man on top of the mountain, his aura radiated a sense of righteousness. He picked up his cross shaped sword that burned with a holy fire.

Romanus the man on top of the mountain just looked at him in disdain and opened his mouth. "I plead guilty."

As those words travelled out of his mouth, he gripped his hands which radiated a deep purple that made everyone attracted to it. The purple was like a psychic wave that changed into multiple shapes, and when he finally released his grip, it travelled to everyone present. 

The people influenced by the wave had blood shot eyes, and they lost control of their selves. They attacked anyone near them and if there was no one near them then they started to attack their selves. There were a few outliers that weren't affected by the psychic wave but still had pale faces. 

"As expected of the King of Instigation, his soul power is really strong."

The black dragon sighed when he said this. He then released his strong dragon might to get the dragons affected by the psychic wave under control. This scene repeated across multiple places where the people not affected by the psychic wave started to get their people under control. The blonde man kneeled and clasped his hand into a prayer. A golden angel that radiated a sense of kindness descended and blessed everyone. 

The red in their eyes started to clear and they slowly got in control of their selves. Everyone was enraged by Romanus's action and when the blonde man shouted.

"CHARGE!"

They all charged up the mountain like raging bulls. Romanus looked at this scene with an expected gaze and he sighed. He was the public enemy of everyone, and they all wanted him dead. He started to think back to when he first came to this new world.