In the fiery depths of my realm, the sweat drips down my brow as I oversee the unrelenting grind of our foundries. Every strike of hammer upon anvil brings us closer to total domination, shaping the future with the raw materials of conquest.
My slaves, those wretched creatures who thought themselves superior, now know the truth: They exist solely to fuel my ambitions. And so it shall remain, until every last corner of the earth trembles under the might of my throne.
It’s here, surrounded by the deafening din of steel and the acrid scent of smoke, that I feel most alive. The heat licks at my skin, forging my resolve along with the ore. As long as I breathe, the furnaces will rage, and my empire will grow ever stronger.
Those who would challenge me, those fools who believe they can halt the inevitable, will soon discover the folly of their arrogance. For when the molten steel cools, it hardens, and so do I – a monolith of power, indomitable, immovable, forever expanding my reach across the land.
>Soulkyn