The immense shadow cast by the Duchy of Araceae now draped over the city of Orion like a shroud suspended in the sky.
A single glance upward was enough to catch sight of thousands of red dots shimmering through the webs wrapped around the structure.
Greedy eyes, burning with murderous hunger, restrained only by the lack of an order from the duchess.
In the duchy's central hall, Exa had assembled her council. At her side stood her son, His Highness Helion, and her two marquises: Yorb and Broy.
"My lord, the city lies just beneath us. Your subordinates are growing restless. One word from you, and this human edifice will be wiped out."
