You can stand on top of the mortal world yet be powerless amongst the truly powerful. You could be a majestic emperor yet remain a puppet dancing to the whims of someone else. You may even become an omniscient God yet be shackled as an outlook for the scorn and disdain of others. But it is this feeling of being powerless and being looked down on, that kindles the desire to rule everything. The desire to always be looked up to. The desire to be in control of your own fate and destiny. It is this that lets you rule the underworld, mortal world, and God-world, in order to be the Emperor that looks over all, yet stands in the middle of a crowd seeming like nothing more than a mere commoner. This is a tale of how Orson and Alissa -two inconspicuous individuals- were connected and brought together by the strings of fate and started the most perilous journey to reach the true peak where no human has reached before. Who am I, you ask? Well, I am just a small-town spectator who has been lucky enough to witness the miracles of this duo from the very beginning. Later people worship me as the King of the Wolves, but for now, I guess you can call me by my name; Ernest.