At that moment, a heated debate was taking place in the Imperial Palace on the Heavenly Throne, the Homeworld of the Doctrine Enforcers' Heavenly People Fanatic Empire.
Two clearly divided factions of ministers stood on either side of the Empress's Throne. With the straight line from the Throne to the palace doors as their dividing line, two rows of Heavenly People courtiers glared at one another, ready to come to blows.
The Empress sat on her Throne with a headache, able only to watch her ministers argue below.
"After countless years of confusion, the Nameless Apostasy-er has shown us the Great Prophet's true dying wish. Now that the Synthetic Queen has broken her seal, the time has come for us to enforce our doctrine and carry on the Prophet's path!"
"We propose declaring war on the Synthetic Queen immediately. The Great Prophet's enemy has appeared. Are we supposed to watch her continue her rampage and let the entire universe mock our faith?"
The Prophet's faction clamored.
"Shut up! His Majesty the Most Holy Emperor explicitly ordered us not to go to war without permission. This is all for the Human Empire's grand plan!"
The Emperor's faction angrily retorted, appalled by the stupidity and shortsightedness of the Prophet's supporters.
"As one of the Heavenly People, how can you disregard His Majesty the Emperor's orders?"
Their left brains fought their right brains, with screaming taking the place of thinking.
"Then let me ask you, let me ask you this: who matters more, Great Prophet Zarqlan or His Majesty the Emperor?"
Once the discussion had been elevated into a purely binary, black-and-white choice, the Imperial Palace fell deathly silent. Both sides glared at the people opposite them, yet not a single civil or military official in the entire court dared speak.
Who would