Twelve Masters

Arthur Silvera stood atop the giant artifact as his black and gold robes billowed around him, adding to the regal display of power. The black silk fabric shimmered in the sunlight, contrasting the embroidered gold accents that glinted as they fluttered. His arms were crossed across his chest as his eyes gazed at Runera.

It was a chilling sight to the citizens of Runera. Although they could not see his army for themselves, they could see the countless news broadcast relaying the scene. His army marched below his dome, steady and threatening, armed to the teeth with shimmering artifacts.

The combined sound of their march made the ground shake, pounding through the hearts of Runera's citizens. Arthur no longer seemed to be a young man who challenged the world on a whim but a general who commanded respect from allies and fear from foes.