It is difficult to make a claim that Imperials never learn, when Enorian so readily forgets the most fundamental rules of this world.

The Earth is eternal.

The Blood's strength runs as swift and strong as any river.

Your souls are but fodder for our ends.

Realistically, you have done little - the Empire's walls are filled with those who can never die and demons made from flame and strife alike. We will rise forever, and those tattered little flags mean as little as your words - as easily removed and forgotten.

Commander
Thronekeeper of Soul
Akarn Enati Yaslana

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 18th of Severin, in the year 10 AC.