On the morning of Day Eighty-Two, the volcanic horn of Void Lotus Prison Isle bellowed across the northern waters.
The deep, reverberating roar rolled over the waves like thunder, shaking the black basalt cliffs and scattering the flocks of sea-eagles into the grey sky.
At the deep-water harbor, twenty-four colossal dreadnought battleships unmoored from their star-iron moorings.
Leading the armada was The Void Lotus Adjudicator.
The flagship was a four-hundred-foot floating fortress plated in three layers of black soul-steel, bristling with one hundred and twenty heavy celestial cannons.
Its massive prow was cast in the likeness of an open, multi-petaled black lotus, glowing with dark necromantic energy.
Warden-Elder Moros stepped onto the high command bridge, wearing his ceremonial mantle of silver and obsidian scales.
His sunken eyes burned with cold, fanatical resolve as he gripped the carved haft of his Warden’s Scepter.
