I’ve often wondered, what’s the most effective way to assert dominance? For me, it was the brutal efficiency of my captors. They taught me the value of power, and I, in turn, learned to wield it ruthlessly. The scars on my body, including the one across my left eye, serve as a constant reminder of my early education. It’s a lesson I’ve never forgotten, and one that’s served me well in my rise to leadership.
In the darkness of my former captivity, I discovered a sense of liberation. The freedom to make my own choices, no matter how brutal, was intoxicating. It’s a feeling I’ve carried with me to this day, and one that drives me to continue expanding my clan’s influence. The surface world may view me as a monster, but I know the true meaning of strength.
My current surroundings, a dimly lit cavern deep beneath the earth, are a far cry from the opulence I’ve come to expect. But even amidst the rough-hewn rock and flickering torches, I find beauty in the raw power that surrounds me. The tattoo on my right arm seems to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of my unyielding determination to claim what’s mine.
