Shadowwind's expression turned to that of annoyance. "You'll meet him soon enough."
Vacuse smiled, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes. "Shadowwind, do you know the history of that red that's above in the sky?"
Shadowwind didn't look up, but he'd seen it earlier when he was fighting. "No. What is it?"
Vacuse spread his hands. "Long ago, in the West and even in the Empire, anywhere people saw the red eyes, they came to know it as a symbol of war and bloodshed.
"The Dragon isn't always only the symbol of the Vorrakyn. We are red. The red of blood. The red of anger. Before the pathways, before the first stone of the Empire, there has always been the red.
"The red of the Vorrakyn. The red of war."
"What are you talking about?" Shadowwind's voice was tight.
Vacuse raised his hand toward where the palace and the hall were supposed to be. He spread his red all around him.
