Two figures stood at the bow of the floating ship. Jason crossed his arms and looked down at the blood-soaked summit with absolute boredom. Chloe leaned against the wooden railing and twirled her glowing sapphire staff.
They wore the pristine, silver-trimmed garments of the Fourteen Heralds.
"Looks like the local garrison completely failed," Jason called down from the sky. His voice projected clearly across the summit through magical amplification. "I guess we actually have to get our boots dirty today, Chloe."
"Just make it quick," Chloe sighed, aiming her glowing staff at the Vanguard troops. "I absolutely hate the smell of wet scales."
Up in the void, Red sat perfectly still in his sanctuary. The visual feed from the Vanguard forces projected across his main monitor to show the floating vessel and the two arrogantly dressed figures.
