"Tell you what, bucko." Lazarus clapped Kaiden's shoulder with the hand that had been dislocated a minute ago. "When this circus dies down, swing by Crimson Dominion. Just the two of us, a friendly meeting between Crimson Dominion and Eclipse. I'll crack open some beers and-"
The offer lasted exactly as long as it took Vespera to decide it shouldn't.
The Shadow Monarch hadn't moved since they'd stepped through the gate, a presence so still and so carefully contained that even the press drones had failed to pick her out of the formation.
She didn't speak now either. She simply stopped containing herself.
The pressure that rolled off her hit the plain like a change in atmospheric conditions, a cold, heavy weight that settled over every awakened within two hundred meters and made the hairs on their arms stand up.
