Up in the sanctuary, Rubedo listened to the transmission and smiled. He stood up from his throne. The Vanguard had successfully captured twenty-eight percent of his remaining soul fragments in a single skirmish.
"Keep them alive," Rubedo commanded. "I want their divine magic completely intact."
Rubedo walked toward the sanctuary's observation deck. He looked down at a small pile of expensive silk cushions resting near the central control terminal.
'I sleep on the hard throne, and he sleeps in luxury.' Rubedo chuckled softly. 'I may be spoiling him a bit too much. But I couldn't help it. He wouldn't sleep anywhere other than my lap, and then I had to be careful not to wake him up.'
Glitch lay curled into a tight ball. The Pre-Calamity Void-Weaver had recently evolved after digesting the magic of the previous Heralds.
