"Shadow Spectre," Maesanai began, her voice soft, but clear. "Swooping Hawk, Warp Spider, Dark Reaper, Dire Avenger, Howling Banshee, and Striking Scorpion." As the chamber shifted around them to form the image of an Imperial city, the warlock stepped out and before them, regarding each of them. "Our Brother is already in the fray, it seems," she remarked brightly, nodding to the Dark Reaper, but she raised her blue eyes from him and onto the group at large. "But we were not brought here to fight alone. In time, we shall be Brothers and Sisters in truth. Are you ready, my friends, for the challenge that awaits us?" The warlock held out her bone-white mask, before placing it over her head, as it slotted into her runic armor. Her lenses flared electric blue, a fierce imitation of her own natural eyes.