Richard smiled in satisfaction as he watched the Titan Soul bow.
After two years of editing, his work on constructing a Dominator personality had finally yielded some results.
"No need for such formalities," Richard said calmly.
The Titan Soul lowered his arm and looked around at everything with some confusion.
The memories Richard had woven for him flashed endlessly through his mind. Within moments, he understood everything about himself.
"I never thought I would survive that monster's hands," he said softly.
The memories Richard had woven for him did not conceal that he was a soul wrested from the Civilization Devourer, nor did they hide the fact that his personality had collapsed.
There was no helping it. A personality could not be built upon lies. Otherwise, once those lies were exposed, the personality built atop them would collapse as well.
Moreover, part of the Dominator's soul's memories still remained, and these memories were perfectly suited to serve as anchors for his personality.
"My King, give me a name," the Titan Soul said to Richard. "Too much of my memory is shattered. I no longer remember my name."
There was a trace of melancholy on his face, but no self-doubt.
The souls of different races possessed different traits, and these traits directly influenced a creature's mentality and psychology.
Just as Abyssal Demons were born combative and greedy, Star-Herding Titan souls were innately broad-minded, retaining an accepting attitude toward all change.
"How much do you still remember about yourself?" Richard asked.
The Titan Soul closed his eyes, seemingly recalling his past.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and shook his head. "Too little. I only remember herding through a sea of stars, wandering from one world to another. But judging from what I know, I seem to have been a War