The arguing inside the fortress paused, and it seemed everyone was listening intently.
"Why does the Pseudo-Emperor sit upon the Golden Throne? It's because he has long since rotted away, forced to sit like a parasite, using his filthy ass to siphon the endless might of Subspace and steal the vast power that should belong to the gods! He doesn't move because he is greedy. He is plundering!"
These blasphemous words were met with a chorus of agreement from the believers inside the fortress, as if they had all reached a sudden epiphany.
"And our great Blood God, the Master of War and King of Honor—why does He also sit upon a throne?"
