After the execution, he walked across the fire-blacked grounds of the Imperial Palace toward a tall blue building. As he stepped across the threshold, a slave ran up to him and knelt, holding up a blue sash.
“Stand up and give your message,” the emperor ordered the unfortunate individual.
“Y-Your Mo-Most Imperial Graceful Highness has a message from the Superior Person of Yalden, a-about the Registry of the Enaste Vale Of Life T-Tun-Tuning, sir,” the slave stammered.
The emperor nodded. He had been expecting a message from the SPY, but the acronym was ridiculous this time. He shook his head.