Maribelle and Eris step into Vexena's dressing room, covered in polished obsidian mirrors and crimson silk. They find the Demon Queen wrestling one-armed with a shoulder plate that refuses to sit straight. She gives up after a third failed attempt, snaps her fingers, and the whole piece assembles itself around her in a shimmer of obedient black lacquer.
"That's useful." Maribelle smirks as Vexena turns to a set of thigh-high battle boots.
"Time to move," Vexena says, pulling one boot up against her thigh. "My spies confirm Syraleth's moved her army through teleportation glyphs. She must be going after the Prince, who is currently crossing the Dwarven lands." She finally faces them, stamping her boots into place. "I want the two of you ahead of me while I ready my own forces to follow. Bilorial's already with him, but I'm taking no chances. Syraleth knows she's dead the moment I meet her in battle. She must be up to something."
Eris bows, accepting the order without a word.
