Aldred's expression was one of disbelief as he reviewed the harrowing footage sent by Francus and Grigor.
The screen in front of him played the catastrophic moment when the mysterious demon decimated half of their armada with a singular, devastating attack. The calmness that usually characterized Aldred's demeanor had faded, replaced by an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
"Vortimer," Aldred's voice was firm, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "Analyze this and tell me what you think."
Vortimer, the ancient sentient robot, approached the console, his mechanical eyes scanning the footage. After a moment of processing, he spoke,
"My system has identified the identity of the demon. It is none other than one of the Demon Admirals — Zelthrax, known as the 'Riftweaver.'"
Aldred leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Zelthrax, the Riftweaver? What do we know about her?"