Deep within the bowels of the Earth, where sunlight ceases to exist, lies my realm of wealth and splendor. Our labor yields bounty, and each day, our coffers grow fatter. But prosperity comes at a cost, and some would have us forget that truth. There’s no free lunch here, least of all for the weak.
They call us cruel, enslaving our kin, but what they fail to understand is the value of unity. Our people work together, driven by the same desire for greatness, bound by the knowledge that failure means death. To suggest we could survive divided is folly.
We build our fortresses from the bones of those foolish enough to defy us. Every conquest adds to our glory, every defeated army swells our ranks. And so, we thrive, our numbers growing stronger, our hold ever firmer. If they wish to share in our triumph, let them join willingly, or face the consequences.
To doubt the wisdom of my rule is to invite ruin. So take heed, surface dwellers, and remember: the darkness harbors treasures beyond your wildest imaginings, but also monsters that’ll devour the unwary. Tread lightly, for the price of misstep is steep indeed.
>Soulkyn