The gold carriage rolled smoothly over the stone streets of the capital, the heavy oak doors insulating the cabin from the lingering roars of the Imperial Plaza. Kale Ardentis sat by the window, his light green hair resting against the high collar of his Master robes.
Beneath his grey headband, the subcutaneous gold runic mesh slowly cooled after the intense inspection. The white light of the Divine Mirror had tested the array to its limit, but the dual forces of the Terra Shell and Ignis Core had kept his black mark fully concealed.
Lazek Oberon sat across from him in the cabin, puffing quietly on his curved smoking pipe. The Fleshcraft Grandmaster blew a slow ring of grey smoke toward the carriage ceiling, his dark eyes carrying a rare glint of amusement.
'You handled the Inquisitor well today, disciple.'
Lazek noted, his voice low and functional as the carriage turned down a wide avenue toward the southern sector.
