The Dominion of Crimson Stone announced itself from miles away.
Massive crimson walls stretched across the horizon in a continuous ring that enclosed a city so vast its furthest structures disappeared into the low haze that the concentration of Mana produced above large populations.
Towers of obsidian and crimson rose throughout, their heights staggered in a silhouette that had been designed to communicate power before any army reached its gates, and the light that pulsed from every surface was not the white-gold of the Covenant or the verdant-blue of the Cradle but a deep arterial crimson that painted the clouds above the capital in shades that made the sky look like something that had been bleeding for a very long time.
At the center of it all sat the Citadel of the Eternal Crimson.
