The large fireplace, created out of an elaborate sculpture of various stones, provided the only light in the otherwise dark, crimson room. Within stood no more than two people – one male, stood in a full suit of armour that seemed to reflect the fire in a way as though it ran through the seams of the metal, and one female, lounged on a chair with a large, ornate glass, filled with a blood orange beverage that she was slowly sipping on. The crackle of wood burning echoed through the room far too large for a simple pair to meet, but it provided an ambience which the woman was clearly fond of.
"What exactly is your opinion on fire, may I ask?" the woman queried of the man. Her voice, although deep in pitch, had an undeniable silkiness to it, and a weaker man would succumb to it immediately. The armoured knight, however, didn't even twitch.
"Fire? It has its benefits. It is still the greatest destructive force I know of, however," he responded. His tone was rough, exotic, and deeper than that of the woman's, fitting in to his menacing armour that, behind the lined glows from the blaze, was almost hidden within the shadows, and added a layer of the ominous to him.
The woman laughed, as smooth as the rest of her tone, and held out an arm towards the flames. A small, liquid stream of orange extracted itself from the fire and flew towards the woman, wrapping itself and flowing around the metal attachments on her hands that lay somewhere between giant gauntlets and claws, almost twice the size of her hands. The luminosity lit up her face, showing off not only the faint purple, almost scaly skin that covered her body, but her thin eyes, that were even more peculiar than the unusualness of her skin. Not only where the whites of her eyes completely black, darker than onyx – her irises were silver.
"It is quite amazing how what is considered man's greatest 'invention' is also perhaps one of its greatest killers," the woman replied, in a nonchalant way as she gazed over the liquid flame streaming around her arm. "And that's something people will learn soon. I have a few jobs for you."
You could tell the tone in the room had changed, as the woman's legs were no longer crossed, but both feet had planted themselves firmly on the floor, and her drink had left her hand. "There was someone who was once at Shade not too long ago, by the name of Skye Jinks. I will need you to retrieve her for me with the promise of chaos and destruction. She should not be too hard to find, we are in Vacuo after all," she continued. "Once that is done, I will need you in Atlas. The Atlesian military are currently working on an AI warrior, and I will need you to hack it for me and bring it to our cause. After that… Head to Vale, and more importantly the prison within it. They have an inmate in there called Silver Trueshot, and it will be your job to break him out."
The knight nodded after that, before posing a question to the lady. "How will you keep yourself occupied, however?" he asked.
The woman laughed, picking up her orange drink and finishing the last of it before answering. "Oh Atsali, haven't you learnt by now not to worry yourself with my intentions? If you must know, I have a… 'date' with a certain man in a position of power, but that is nothing that will concern you. Now go, you have people awaiting you," she said, causing the knight to turn sharply on his heel and leave the room.
The woman smiled, watching him as he left before holding her right arm above her head, leaving the flames that circled her gauntlet to fall into her mouth, vanishing from existence. With her smile turning to a malicious grin, she shot her left hand out towards the fire some fifty feet away from her which caused it to immediately extinguish, engulfing her in darkness as the sound of a transformation occurred. The room echoed with a deafening roar, and then there was nothing.