General Dorok Ferous Benson XIII: Thirteenth in a bloodline of conquerors, the brutal man bears the same name as the city-state his ancestor carved out centuries ago—an empire that still carries the family brand. Dorok is a warmonger raised by generations of ruthless outlaws turned arms dealers, turned politicians. He learned power the old-fashioned way: through intimidation, betrayal, and the crack of a rifle butt.
He is violence incarnate—massive, scarred, and terrifyingly fast for his size. Books never interested him; he can’t name half the planets in the local cluster, but he can read a battlefield like a poem and break a man’s spirit with a stare. Fear is his currency, cunning his signature, and his closing argument is more fear.
As Governor and Chief Representative of the city-state Dorok, he sits at the top of a pyramid built on obedience. As acting General of the Coalition for Prosperity Guardsmen, he commands the iron fist that doubles as both the police and the standing army on Deorum.
There’s only one living soul that can make Dorok Ferous Benson lower his gaze: Overseer Zerris Aganon. For everyone else, Dorok is the storm that never asks permission before eviscerating the shoreline.
