Her white hair fell past her shoulders in a straight curtain that framed features sharpened by decades of ambition disguised as piety. Her cultivation was considerable, Eighth Circle at its peak, and her eyes shone with a light that mixed greed and caution in equal measure.
She had orchestrated the public accusation, she had coordinated with the Dominion, and she had rallied enough of the Covenant's internal dissidents to make this siege possible.
Now she stood across from a man whose patience was visibly thinning.
"What are we waiting for?" Draegan said, his crimson eyes fixed on the cathedral's position markers.
