He picked up a blood-stained fragment of the palace, slowly grinding it to dust with his fingers, yet remembered it in his heart.
Axel said to the Dean of the Spirit Wisdom Institute standing beside him: [Tella must be unified, and thought must be governed]
[Countries must be annihilated, and races must be erased]
[Moze, I want all old thoughts to dissolve in the light, I want all barriers to be shattered… I want all the enemies of The Empire to tremble, to prostrate on the ground, to sincerely repent for their sins]
[Under the emperor's will]
Axel did not say much. He stepped forward towards the peak of the Imperial Capital.
The Imperial Capital was reshaped in his hands, the Noble Clans slaughtered, heads piled high as small hills and blood sufficient to stain the Quinor Plains were crushed into mud by the emperor's iron grip, and no one dared call him a 'tyrant'.
