A Mysterious Space, Unknown Coordinates.
Crimson mist swirled endlessly through a void of absolute darkness. There was no ground, no sky—only a massive, floating platform. At the center of this platform sat a towering throne carved from the bones of a colossal beast.
Step. Step.
Claude and Clovis emerged from a spatial tear, their footsteps echoing in the suffocating silence. They walked forward and dropped to one knee, bowing their heads until their foreheads nearly touched the cold stone.
"Greetings, Crimson Sovereign, Supreme Master of the House of Crimson," they intoned in unison. "We answer your summons."
The figure seated on the bone throne was draped in a heavy, tattered shroud of dark red. No face was visible beneath the hood, only a pair of glowing, blood-red eyes that seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality itself.
"Report," the Sovereign's voice rasped.
