Victra’s eyes are bloodshot and feral but when she sees me she calls out: “My Sovereign! I bring tidings from Sector One. Also known as…” “The asshole of the worlds!” the legion shouts. “And gifts. Cicero au Votum.” She thrusts forward Cicero on the end of a leash and holds up a rotted head. “And Ajax au Grimmus. The rest of him couldn’t make it.”
