Fifth Circle cultivators whose organs had been bathed in Mana until they pulsed with power that most beings could never achieve. Each one of them could slaughter entire Dross tribes alone. Each one of them represented years of cultivation and training and resources that lesser peoples couldn't comprehend.
And there were dozens of them.
Standing in rows.
Waiting for orders.
At the very front of the vessel, separate from the formations behind her, stood the one who commanded them all.
Imperator Vienna.
She was tall and lean, her body wrapped in crimson armor that seemed to drink in the light around it. The metal was inscribed with runes that glowed faintly, patterns that pulsed with the same rhythm as the vessel beneath her feet. Her hair was pulled back in severe braids that left her face fully exposed, sharp features arranged in an expression of cold focus.
But it was the weapon in her hands that drew the eye.
A bow.
Massive. Elegant. Terrifying!
