"Master."
Thorak's voice boomed across the rocky plain.
The Rhino Lineage Moon was one of grey and blue, landscapes of heavy rock extending everywhere the eye could see, while mountains filled with complex tunnel systems were inlaid across the terrain.
Thorak's voice echoed into one of these mountainous caverns, but he didn't immediately receive a response. Even so, he stood there for a long while, his fists clenched in anger as his blackened skin continued to writhe. It looked almost as though his muscles were a beating heart, the scars of grey that weaved into runes across his body seemingly multiplying with every passing moment.
"Have you retrieved your junior? I am in the middle of a meeting right now. If it isn't important, this will be for you to handle."
The voice came several minutes later, almost lazy and unbothered.
"… She is dead. The Scorpion Warlord's new disciple killed her on their way here."
