Lucifer stood on the cracked dais of the ruined Throne Room.
He watched the Aether-Steel Dragoons march in perfect, rigid formation out of the cavern, heading for the long tunnel leading back to the surface.
The heavy infantry and the Star-Kissed Elves had their marching orders.
Lucifer was not walking back.
He turned his eyes toward the center of the cavern.
Isolde stood with her brood. The Winter Sovereign wore a shining ice-crystal dress, and the crystal horns on her head reflected the soft blue light from the glacier walls.
She watched the huge machines leave the dungeon, her face showing both proud confidence and unwilling obedience.
Elara and Sarah stood a few paces away from Lucifer. The Fallen Valkyrie's golden wings were folded tightly against her silver armor.
The Star-Touched Oracle leaned on her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment, her breath pluming in the freezing air.
