The sun reached its zenith over the Citadel of Obsidian.
Lucifer stood on the golden observation deck of the Spire of Celestial Convergence. He looked down at his massive, fully mobilized army.
One thousand twenty-meter Arcane Sentinel Titans stood in flawless, rigid ranks across the courtyard.
Fifty thousand Glacial Wyrms circled the clear blue sky above them like a blizzard.
Five thousand Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered silently along the inner walls, their blue visors tracking the horizon.
Thousands of Star-Kissed Elven snipers manned the black-stone battlements, their heavy ice-rifles glinting in the light.
It was a force capable of erasing a kingdom.
But Lucifer was not looking at the human borders to the south. He was looking straight up.
"It is starting," Sarah whispered.
The Star-Touched Oracle stood beside him, her small hands gripping the Scepter of Cosmic Alignment. The massive violet crystal at the center of the Spire pulsed with a frantic, irregular rhythm.
