Damian looked toward Masamuk first.
"Do you have any information on this Imperator? If we know our enemy somewhat..."
He let the question hang.
Masamuk smiled evilly. His obsidian body shone as Mana gathered in front of him, stellar blue points pulsing in concert. Energy condensed and shaped itself, forming into an illusory image floating in the air before them all.
The image showed a woman in crimson armor.
Sharp and cold features, beautiful the way blades were beautiful. Hair pulled back in military discipline. A bow of molten stone rested across her back, its surface constantly shifting with magma never cooling.
Behind her, a floating war vessel dominated the image. Massive. A platform of stone and metal defying gravity through Mana alone. Crimson banners bearing the sigil of the Dominion of Crimson Stone flapped in captured winds. Warriors in matching crimson armor stood in formation across its deck, dozens of them, each one radiating Organ Sanctification power.
