They say wealth comes at a cost, and mine has been steep indeed. But what price could truly measure the satisfaction of watching my rivals crumble? With blood and sweat, we’ve forged an empire beyond imagining, and the weak fall before the might of my fist.
Here, in the dank cavern where my throne stands, the fires burn bright, stoking the hunger of my minions. Oh, how they curse their fates, yet they’d die for me, knowing their lives mean naught outside my domain.
Some whisper rebellion, but they forget the lesson of past insurrectionists. There’ll be no mercy shown, no lenience granted. When I see disobedience, heads roll, and the lessons are learned.
For me, there’s no turning back. The lust for gold drives me forward, spurs me to greater heights. No matter the sacrifices, no matter the pain, I’ll continue carving my legacy into stone. So tread carefully, mortal scum, for the path to glory runs red with the blood of the vanquished.
>Soulkyn