Above, [ Rain of Dark Judgment ] formed in silence, black spears trembling, awaiting the command of the boy who stood unmoved by his father's crown or fire.
His hand lowered.
The sky blackened futher.
It began as a ripple, a shudder that tore through the heavens, and then the spears descended.
Thousands of obsidian javelins screamed down like an unending storm. Each one carried with it the weight of annihilation, trailing streaks of voidfire that split the clouds apart.
Lan's Rain of Dark Judgment fell upon Solaris.
The capital roared as if the earth cried out. Streets buckled. Towers groaned and collapsed. Market squares vanished under cascades of impact, the cries of fleeing soldiers drowned by the relentless downpour.
And if civilians had not already been evacuated, the capital would have been wiped out in one sweep.
Fire and shadow intermingled, and the proud jewel of the kingdom twisted into a grave.
