"The Governors of every Star Domain have been appointed. According to the latest figures, defeatist sentiment among soldiers and civilians has declined significantly, and the numbers of suicides and mental breakdowns have gradually fallen to prewar levels."
"We have not prohibited the spontaneous movements to build divine statues across the Star Sectors. There is no need for publicity; soldiers returning from the front are our greatest advocates. The religions in many Star Sectors have deliberately linked you to the saviors in their mythologies. This is undesirable, but highly effective."
"Movements to persecute and ostracize dissenters have emerged in some Star Sectors, but we have suppressed them. We will do everything possible to minimize such incidents."
In the hall of Dark Night City, Fallen Angels knelt on one knee, one after another, reporting to Lynn on the information received from the various Star Sectors.
The Round Table council had been abolished.
Because authority had to be established.
That vast Council Hall had, in practice, become a new Royal Court built around the whole of Dark Night City.
Not a single person had objected.
Even all the Legions and all the New Gods under his command had firmly supported the proposal. Ever since their days in Hell, they had already regarded Lynn as their de facto Leader, their supreme King.
And sometimes, a lie repeated often enough became the truth.
Even they believed that their King would surely lead them through this desperate Apocalypse.
And perhaps...
From the moment he had gathered them in Hell, founded the Pact, led them into the Abyss, and driven all the Polluters out of the Main Universe, they had already accepted that belief in their hearts. They had already made him the source of all their hope.
They firmly believed.
"I understand. You may leave. Let