A black-haired man with sharp eyes and crow's feet etched deep into weathered skin walked at the head of a column of soldiers, all clad in black and red.
Above them hung a dome that hid them from everything. They had passed several monsters on the march, and none had caught so much as a whiff of their presence.
The dome did not merely render them invisible. It made them non-existent. Originally a simple artifact belonging to the Seventh Legion's commander, his subordinate's talent had amplified its properties beyond recognition. The Empire's crafters had since produced replicas capable of achieving similar effects, though those were single-use items lasting only twenty-four hours.
