You had arrived at the temple of the Red Veil, the sheer copious amount of red assaulting your senses as you tried to ignore the wailing of the Grineer soldier strapped to a table as he was getting electrocuted and seared by other Red Veils operatives. You came here often enough to be used to it by now, but you still always had to take a moment to tune out the screams bouncing off the regal walls.

You had approached the Red Veil’s leader, noticing you had enough standing and giving him your offerings to rank up. You were now considered Exalted. And the Red Veil leader seemed rather pleased, crossing his arms and puffing his chest out, speaking with his chin in the air.

“You are a fire. As feared as you are respected.”