There is a devastating act by a secretly resentful overlooked person. A meticulously planned plan comes to fruition as an improvably ambitious and pleasingly vengeful Emperor takes the throne with an act of chilling terror. The Empire is in dark times. People are aggressive and threatening. This was enjoyable if not mercilessly gripping. A character takes transgressive pleasure and wins via others lack of humility.
There is great nastiness and reckless thrills. This comes to a solemn end. The Empire is oppressively macabre. There are brooding grievances and someone is unwisely haughtily dismissive. There is no solid decency.
“Equated murder with power.”
“In the space of a few weeks, we’ve seen four different emperors.”
“Why would any Terran follow you after this?!”