My name is Azekin Dyefrost. The undisputable sovereign of Noman Sector.
Today I walked down the grand promenade of Noman Prime with the measured steps of a god. The royal streets before me were a breathtaking display of opulent architecture.
Towering tall buildings of carved sapphire pierced the crimson sky, and the walkways were paved entirely with polished starlight glass. Every single inch of my capital city gleamed with absolute aesthetic perfection.
But I knew the true beauty of my capital was not found in the shimmering glass or the towering sapphire buildings.
The true beauty lay deep within its foundation.
I built this magnificent empire entirely on the unbroken backs of billions of slaves.
I suddenly paused at the edge of a sweeping crystal balcony, casting my gaze down at the lower tiers of the city.
