Gurberet commanded attention the way certain people just did through the particular quality of stillness she carried before she opened her mouth.
She stood elevated at the front of the hall with that monstrous skull helmet firmly in place, and the moment she raised her voice, every conversation in the room cut off.
That was how she was able to garner the attention of so many demons of different ideology and desire within the confine of her influence.
"You are all here," Gurberet began, "because something has been encroaching on what is ours."
A projection materialized in the air behind her—a fist with hairline cracks spiderwebbing across the knuckles, rendered in pale spectral light against the dim atmosphere of the hall. The emblem of the Carpal Cluster.
