Under the ominous silver red gleam of the moon above, the Lunaris Throne rose through the spires of the cathedral, the sickle of darkness trailing behind him like a shadow with weight.
The air shimmered with heatless bloodlight, casting his silver-lined robe in streaks of crimson as he floated upward into the cold, open night.
His feet still held the blood of corpses from the basement of the Cathedral.
Around him, the grand metropolis of the Capital of the Lunaris Colony Dynasty pulsed with life.
Towering structures layered with moonsteel reflected the faint silvery glow of starlight.
Dozens of aerial vessels cut through the skies- pearlescent hulls gleaming as they hovered in formation near the Lunar Dreadnaught, an enormous warship stationed like a behemoth as his forces waited for him there.
Its glowing runes formed constellations across its hull, a floating bastion of power.
