The violet sky of the Frost Tide Empire shimmered with a predatory hunger as it drifted into the Western Reach.
While the Red Dragon Emperor himself remained a distant, legendary terror in a different dimension, separated by the impenetrable World Barriers and the strict gatekeeping of the System, his influence had long ago bled into the Eternal Sky Realm.
The Red Crusaders were not just an army; they were a trans-dimensional cult, an organization of fanatics who worshiped a god they could never touch, utilizing forbidden techniques smuggled through the cracks of reality to establish a scarlet reign of terror.
Aegis stood upon the prow of the leading war-isle, his presence anchoring the volatile mana of the deep.
Beside him, Bella was a statue of murderous grace, her white hair whipping in the gale. They were not here to parlay with diplomats. They were here to erase a cancer that had long claimed to be the "true" humanity of the west.
