The grand hall of Zephyria was a monument to Lucifer's dark ascendance.
But Lady Scarlett, kneeling before the obsidian war table, wasn't looking at the smooth, polished architecture or the floating starlight orbs. The hardened mercenary captain was staring at the massive, glowing red holographic map of the Kentari Ringworld's lower levels.
She was staring at the greatest payday in the history of the cosmos.
"The bugs hoard Precursor tech in their hives," Scarlett repeated, her voice dropping to a harsh, eager whisper. "And you are giving me a fleet to go get it."
Lucifer stood over her, his arms crossed casually over his dark leather breastplate. The ruby-red Blade of Ruin hung quietly at his hip.
