From the Office of the Tyrannical Emperor:

Sapience-
I write to you from atop the pinnacle of eidolic authority, architect of an Empire writ not in the apathy with which Eleusis claimed brief ascension, but from sheer military supremacy.

For more than a year Mhaldor has held the territory necessary for Empire, held it against many of your combined efforts to wrest it away from us. You have made your putrid alliances, organized your anemic resistances to what was inevitable. You have failed, no matter what comes. At the heart of your newfound cooperation lies a fundamental truth, a truth I have beaten into every city on the prime one by one: you cannot match our might.

I welcome your admission of weakness, born of a hundred raids lost, rooms burned, forests destroyed, and shrines returned to the dust of the earth. It is good that you acknowledge His Truths create Strength beyond equal. It is good that you see your own weakness. I urge you, seek Strength instead. What you have witnessed could be claimed, were you but willing to climb the mountain of perfection and wear the chains of faith.

For the insipid journalists hellbent on pithy quotations, who sold their service to the plot to prevent His Triumphant Empire, I have nothing for you but my disdain. If you imagine Imperial rule would see Mhaldor change its behavior even a jot, you have misunderstood Mhaldor entirely. We will continue as we always have and always will, perfecting Creation in Evil, be we a territory or an Empire.

Vi Distradh,
Sir Antoninus Nithilar,
Tyrannus of Mhaldor's Dread Empire

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 966 AF.