I am Titanus the Mighty.
A Minotaur born in the harsh lands of Gomorra, driven by my wish for greatness.
From the very beginning, my dream was to become a King.
But reaching this lofty goal came with various difficulties.
Minotaurs were known to have short tempers. And in some cases, our lives were just as short.
From a lowly Minotaur, I clawed my way up the top ranks by fighting nearly every day.
I have scars covering my body, each one a badge of honor for battles won.
Of course, I didn't win all the battles I fought. At times, I had to run away to save my life.
Unlike those stubborn fools who refuse to back down even at the cost of their lives, I knew how to retreat whenever faced with far stronger enemies.
There was no honor in dying a dog's death—at least, that was what I believed.
I chose my battles, and I chose them well.
As the years passed, my reputation in the lands of Gorath-Kar spread, and Minotaurs from different tribes gathered under my banner.
