A pale woman with strawberry-blonde hair, clad in elaborate black silk stands before an enraptured crowd in the great sea-caves of Haven. Flanking her are a dozen masked people in the ceremonial robes of Dreaming Pearl Courtesan masters.
As she raises her hand, the throng grows suddenly quiet.
“People of Haven, no longer must you live in fear”
“The Fair Folk flee before our righteous sangha and the wrathful spirits now serve us as hunting beasts.”
“As I died, but rose again, so will the great Haven Empire!”
As the crowd cheers wildly, a black disk (like that of the zenith caste) appears on her forehead, lined with blood.