...Bane does not watch battles like Tempus does. He builds them, orders them, uses them to expand the territory of his dominion. His temples are fortresses. His priests are administrators of suffering. A slave looks up and sees not cruelty written in flesh but law written in architecture, hierarchy encoded in stone, and submits not from fear but from the recognition that the weight of order itself has become inescapable. Bane stretches across the bones of empires built on his teachings, and each one that falls only fertilizes the next. He is patient as only something truly evil can be patient, knowing that submission feels easiest when the walls are tall enough that escape seems impossible. Around him, the powerful consolidate, the weak break, and the machinery of oppression purrs like a satisfied god. This is his gospel; strength demands obedience, hierarchy is inevitable, and order itself is more important than anything the order might sacrifice....