[25 August: 09:40 Ante Meridiem]
[Vel'ryr: Capital City]
[Main Palace]
The rhythmic clang of heavy sabatons echoed through the grand halls of Vel'ryr's Main Palace, a place so ostentatious that even its servants were adorned in silken attire finer than the nobility of lesser nations.
General Grimm took slow strides. His armor, swallowed the light in its obsidian-black hue, making the red of his voluminous, wild hair stand out all the more. The horns jutting from his helmet-like mask gave him the air of some primeval warlord, a ghost from wars, while his billowing cloak trailed behind him.
Yet, despite the wealth of technological marvels lining the halls—walls laced with embedded circuitry, gilded chandeliers that hovered without chains, whispering automatons monitoring the palace's every breath—Grimm's expression (hidden though it was) radiated one emotion above all else.
Utter boredom.
