"I saw the King of Black Dragons shedding scales in the flames, bronze gears piercing its flesh, steam gushing from its shattered throat. The firmament cracked with sulfurous rifts. Locusts swarmed from the abyss, with wings forged of brass, teeth like quenched steel blades, their bellies resonating with the alien hum of gears. They wore crowns of steam on their foreheads, their stings dripping scalding tar, leaving pistons and rivets sprouting from the grass they passed—'Revelation 1:13.'"
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"Your Majesty, the evacuation convoy is ready, we've mobilized the best summoners from the association to ensure the journey's absolute safety."
The minister, who had earlier delivered a rousing speech at the Royal Capital's square, was now beaming with pride as he reported his arrangements to Olede the Eleventh.
The King brought along his family, along with the scepter symbolizing the Crimson Queen's blessing.
