Maximus understood now what he could not before. Theyhad shown him terrible, beautiful things upon the Throne, which had shifted to accommodate him as the island’s new King.
His first order of business was to see to the permanent death of all the human survivors. No more touch stones, no more meat effigies, no more amulets.
Once they were out of the way, his father included among them, Maximus would rule the world his father created. Let it flourish naturally, without the meddling of the survivors.
It would be utopia.