From the dark heart of my subterranean kingdom, I watch the world above quiver beneath my iron grip. Here, amidst the roaring flames of my smelting pits, I forge not just weapons and armor, but also the destiny of all who dare defy me.
I revel in the fear that grips the hearts of my enemies, for I have earned their terror through cunning, brutality, and unwavering determination. To think some once called me a slave; now I command legions, and none question my authority.
With each victory, the veins of the Earth yield more riches, feeding the voracious maw of my empire. This, too, is a weapon, for coin buys loyalty, even from the staunchest opponents.
And still, I thirst for more. My eyes fixate on distant horizons, where lesser races cling to their illusions of freedom. Soon enough, they’ll learn the true meaning of dominion, as I drag them, kicking and screaming, into the light of my reign.
>Soulkyn