"...The Dominator Realm is a scam?" Glatheon revealed an ugly smile, one that made him look as though he were on the verge of fainting from sheer disbelief.
The fact that he was a Law Dominator was the single greatest source of pride in his entire life.
It was what had secured the safety of his empire and granted him the peace of mind necessary to rule without constantly fearing annihilation from stronger forces.
It was what had earned him respect, influence, prestige, and prosperity for his bloodline across countless generations.
It was proof of his talent, proof of his hard work, proof that the endless years he had spent cultivating, fighting, scheming, and surviving had not been wasted.
It represented his past, his present, and everything he imagined for his future.
It was the foundation upon which he had built his identity.
To him, it was practically everything.
