Like rabid animals, the people of Appethus jumped at any members of the clergy and nobility, beating them senseless with canes and rocks before tying them up, ready to deliver them to me as fast as possible, fearing that I might change my mind before the allocated time if I deemed them too slow.
After all, no one wants to test the patience of the man known as the Bloody Emperor, now do they?
So Appethus trembled, as millions upon millions of desperate citizens swarmed the now cornered few of the rebellion, racing to grab hold of the redemption offered to them, all the while I patiently waited in my now finished tent, passing the time by slowly circulating the small amount of hellfire within me, imbuing my entire being with the essence of hell, excruciatingly forging my body to better prepare for the third gate, which I estimated would take me the better part of four years if I remain at this pace, something I found utterly intolerable.
