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The sea breeze of Sylvael Island carried the scent of salt and despair, but to Pyranor, that air felt like a delayed victory. ​As the second prince of the Kingdom of Vesperia, his ambition knew no bounds. The blood of his older brother, the rightful crown prince, had been sacrificed for a shortcut to the throne. Yet, his master plan collapsed at the very last second. His foul deeds were exposed, enraging the frail, bedridden king, who stripped him of all his titles and banished him to this remote island. Meanwhile, the throne he so desperately coveted fell right into the hands of his younger brother, the third prince. ​"Exile does not mean defeat," a cruel smirk curled across Pyranor's lips as he gazed at the dilapidated huts of the local villagers. ​Not a single ounce of remorse dwelt in his heart. In that lonely place of banishment, instead of reflecting on his sins, Pyranor promptly declared himself the absolute ruler of the island and oppressed the weak. Using the exact same cunning and cruelty he once employed in the royal court, he immediately enslaved the island's native inhabitants, turning Sylvael into a tyrannical petty kingdom where the weak were trampled underfoot, and the dark flame of his lust for power burned brighter than ever.