Sarcho's face twisted with anger. Sarcho’s was so outraged that tears formed in their eyes.0

"Ordering to hand over the gods of the Pantheon? Is that a threat? Bowing your head to those winged villains! Listen! Councilor Adiosi! Etch this into your dull brain! Do you think this an opportunity?! This is not an opportunity! Following the Pantheon, now the old gods too, were you yearning for the sweet coating of subjugation?1

It's not the Empire but you who are the puppets! You’re blinded by filthy greed to enrich yourself with parasitic power. The gods have lost their divinity and become mortals. The very thing we longed for has happened! We can even charge them with crimes and bring them to trial! But that’s only within the humane procedures of the council's law.0

That's the law of our Empire, our people. But you want to follow the words of buffoons with donuts on their heads? Anyone answer me! Is a god who has lost divinity still a god?"6

The journalists stopped even their typing, not to miss a word out of the litany of words.0

"I no longer see those who are not above us anymore as gods. Now they are people like us. But who dares to use people as tools! No one can. Absolutely not!"0

Applause erupted, followed by a standing ovation, and everyone in the council...0