The capital had a name, but the name would not matter by nightfall.
It sprawled across a region vast enough to swallow lesser Citadels whole, tier upon tier of bone-gold towers breathing in the amber light, the lattices of a dozen ruling Houses humming their old harmonics across the heights. Bells still marked the hours. War was a thing happening to other Citadels, distant smoke on distant screens, right up until the sky filled with obsidian flame.
THE Creature hung above their home like a verdict, and beside him, Calypso cracked her vast body!!
"Two of them," she said, her massive beast form coiling with anticipation as the auras of the Ealdor Gilded Ones rose to meet them. "So...one each. I call the angry one."
"No," THE Creature said. "Leave it all to me."
...!
Calypso turned her cold eyes on him. She drifted back, grumbling something about tepid fuckers who never shared, and settled in to watch.
