Once Xara made the command, the City answered. All of the residents who had evacuated in panic flew back quickly, taking their stations to begin the process.
Across Aurelion's Fall, systems that had once hummed with quiet, eternal confidence that they would last forever finally began to die with dignity.
It was something most of these Fallen Angels never thought they'd ever actually experience, yet here they were. However, while there was sadness and regret, there was also excitement to live in the new Capital City, built and managed by their new Demon King.
One by one, nonessential arrays dimmed. Beacon towers powered down, their radiant spires fading to dull silver. Transit platforms locked into place. Decorative levitation glyphs winked out, causing suspended gardens to settle gently onto stone terraces for the first time in centuries.
