The Sanguine Court does not march. It convenes.

Its members move through ministries, embassies, and private salons with the patience of aristocrats who have survived more than one regime. They cultivate influence rather than territory, preferring policy to open conflict. War is not their creation, but it is their opportunity. In chaos, oversight fails. In upheaval, loyalties shift. In scarcity, desperation breeds dependency.

They feed carefully. They manipulate discreetly. Their aim is not destruction, but control — to ensure that when the war ends, the right hands remain on the levers of power.