Radiant Calendar, Year 1464.
Cyrenaica Rebel Fleet, Tania Flagship.
The planet's immense shadow gradually slid aside, allowing the starlight behind it to pierce through the thick glass. The dazzling glare created a brief, prismatic flare that flashed across Claudius's vision.
On the magnificent, palatial bridge, warm yellow lights reflected the classical Iberian columns off the mirror-like obsidian floor.
Beneath his feet.
The atmosphere of Cyrenaica churned below. Within it, a tiny, unremarkable black dot caused his brow, already furrowed, to tighten further.
As things stood, the situation in Cyrenaica had spiraled far beyond his control.
The Shadow Temple had ignored his deal with Grand Lord Kles and interfered. Even now, those heretics were still besieging Quarry Four, trying to seize a cache of Ancient Creations from the Supreme King's Armory.
