Over on this side... a certain fellow who was supposed to be the commander but was, in fact, the first to charge straight at the Ship of Misfortune had already reached it.
There was no helping it. Though he was a High Elf, most people saw little difference between him and a berserker.
As for the equipment he wore...
Strictly speaking, he wasn't the Phoenix King, but he was even more impressive than one—because he was descended from the First Phoenix King.
He was the eldest son's legitimate grandson, one might say. If he ran for Phoenix King, he'd practically be guaranteed to win.
Prince Tyrion was clearly a man with the protagonist's aura: the most renowned warrior of his generation, and a wise general.
He was also the biggest winner in the Old World. Handsome and dashing, modest and steady, peerless in Martial Arts, and endlessly charismatic. In the end, he even won the heart of a beauty—and she was a queen, no less!
His famous exploits were the envy of all. When the Dark Elves and Chaos launched a massive invasion, he whisked the newly crowned young queen off to hide in the mountains and play hide-and-seek.
Not only did he complete the obligatory task of rescuing the beauty, he also personally slew the enemy's Big Boss in the final battle. Together, he and his twin brother Teclis saved their people from disaster, becoming the High Elves' hope and emblem in the new age.
He even earned a reputation greater than the Phoenix King's.
What nobody knew was... the reason he hadn't become Phoenix King was partly that he genuinely loved fighting, but also because he was actually Khaine's foremost Chosen Champion Everchosen.
That's right. Khaine, the god worshipped by the Dark Elves, was Tyrion's true god. Though,