Utop my throne, built on the world brought to it's knees. Instant decapitation, by my successor, whom I groomed to become everything needed to continue my legacy. As she takes the crown I held for 40years, before my body can begin to give way to age.
Continuing the tale that would be told to children every night to attempt to reign them in, but in a world so lost to Chaos and Fear, they'd only succeed to terrify them into either becoming what I'd have wanted or being used by those whom would have gained from the stories.
There can be no other way.