Sylas stood on the hull of the ship in silence, his breathing calm and collected. To his side, Captain Herrs lay in a kneeling position, his head lowered, blood leaking from his wounds.
The scene was a complete contrast to what one might have expected to see, especially since the Dwarf Iron ship wasn't actually designed with a hull to stand on during travel at all. Sylas was just purposely standing there anyway, allowing those watching from a far-off distance to see exactly what was happening.
He wasn't much of a grand entrance sort of guy. But today… he would be doing exactly that.
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The Beast Warlord Sanctum was a place that could only be called beautiful. A single planet, rotated by dozens of moons, the array of colors felt endless.
Each moon carried its own character. Some of them had bands of rivers running across what was mostly thick forestry, others had practically no greenery at all, smothered and submerged in endless tides of blue as far as the eye could see.