"The Throne of Order..."
A purple flower bud blossomed, its center filled with moving liquid. As it gradually became transparent, an image emerged within: a majestic throne suspended in the air.
Tartas wore a grave expression, his palm unconsciously stroking his scepter. A Wise Ones Elf stood on his shoulder, its eyes closed as it enhanced its host's powers of deduction and thought.
Gleehar stood beside his elder brother, also watching the image in the flower's center.
The brothers stood on a mobile platform of vines. It had several levels, with the highest, where they stood, serving as the command platform, while the levels below housed the legion's various departmental control rooms.
Strictly speaking, Gleehar had no right to stand here during wartime. He held a civilian post in the church and had only been temporarily transferred here to escort a shipment of logistical supplies.
But this legion was their family's private army. As a member of the family's direct line, he enjoyed inherent privileges here.
Churches had existed countless times longer than secular nations. The encroachment of family influence upon church structures was a problem no church could avoid, not even the Order God Church. In Kallen's personal squad, Ventura alone had no family backing.
However, the Order God Church's measures to curb this situation were also extreme: the High Priest could not come from a prominent family. An orphan would be ideal.
Since there was no way to eliminate family influence within the church, they would, whenever possible, use the ascension of a new High Priest to reshuffle the circles of power at intervals. The High Priest's personal followers, represented by Fudeng, had risen this way.
Tartas spoke to the flower's center before him. "Send word to Legion Commander Nibura. Tell him this Order legion has considerable fighting