It was beyond dusk when the envoys of Monochara gathered at one of the many archipelago-like Vaingall's outskirts.
The air felt inked and charged; distant lights from the Consortium's lands flickered in anticipation.
Soldiers of Monochara, silent and precisely formed as they were, consisted of uniformed warriors with cloaks and all sorts of weaponries and extra amenities—as if they were a band of mercenaries more than militarized personnel.
At their center, a figure with the lower body of a lion and the feminine-shaped torso of a human stood poised. It was akin to a centaur but with a lion body instead of a horse. Not only that, her size was quite massive, almost towering over three average humans in overall height.
With her humanoid torso cloaked in drifting black clouds that shimmered like onyx dew, she exuded a gaze that was far sharper than a falcon.
