Zephyria descended deeper into the Hollow Core.
The five-mile-wide floating city glided silently past massive, continent-sized pillars of dark purple flesh.
The Void-Breaker Dragoons were safely back in their deployment bays, the Magma-Leviathans completely eradicated from the hull.
Lucifer stood on the high balcony of the central keep.
Below them, the violet sun burned. The Egg of Nihilanth pulsed with an erratic, terrifying heartbeat.
The sheer scale of the embryo defied human comprehension. It was a localized celestial body made of pure, incubating destruction.
"The airspace is clear, Warlord," Sarah reported over the comms rune. The Star-Touched Oracle was stationed on the Spire, her cosmic eyes tracking the dense magical currents. "We have a direct line to the egg. No aerial swarms detected."
"It's too quiet," Elara noted.
The Twilight Sovereign stood next to Lucifer, her iridescent armor shifting in the sickly violet light. She gripped her flaming spear tightly.
