For over a decade, whenever the absolute sovereigns of the Chaos Demon monolith needed to cross the terrestrial board, their departure was a highly classified, militarised event. It involved heavily armoured stealth transports, mathematically perfect Vanguard perimeters, and airspace cleared by the omnipotent threat of the Infinite Ledger. They moved through the world as untouchable, hyper-lethal warlords, completely isolated from the chaotic civilian population.
This morning, however, the departure was breathtakingly, profoundly ordinary.
The heavy steel doors of the private biometric elevator hissed open, depositing Boss Solis and Consort Noir not in the subterranean tactical garages, but onto the pristine, sunlit ground floor of the Green City transit hub.
