"Hail Rataxes. Lord and Master. Rataxes rules."

The sight is breathtaking. Lord Rataxes is being carried by rhino soldiers on his massive golden throne, exalted in the air by five steps in a pyramid shape before one could reach the ruler on top, sitting on his throne. All the while his soldiers who lift the imposing structure sing their song of worship to the Emperor.

"Hail Rataxes. Lord and Master. Rataxes rules."

Rataxes smirks. The novelty of his praises hasn't lost its luster.