The Arbiter stood at the head of a massive, polished obsidian table in the central strategy spire of the Korthane Hegemony. He was a being of absolute, flawless law—a Rank 9 deity whose physical form was a tall, imposing man cast entirely in brushed steel and dark velvet.
He did not radiate the crushing, localized pressure of Zephyr. The Arbiter's power was logistical. It was found in the ink of treaties, the flow of currency, and the terrifying, grinding weight of Korthane's military-industrial complex.
Before him, projected in a glowing blue schematic across the obsidian table, was a comprehensive economic map of the Sovereign Imperium's eastern grid.
