Lucifer walked up the ruined staircase. The walls were melted smooth by the intense heat of the Cataclysm Orb.
He reached the remains of the Throne Room.
It was nothing but a massive, smoking crater open to the sky. The heavy clouds that had choked the Scourgelands for a century were rapidly breaking apart.
Bright beams of pure golden sunlight cut through the darkness, lighting up the cracked black ground of the valley far below.
The throne of fused skulls was vaporized. Vorthos was entirely defeated.
Lucifer's eyes scanned the smoking crater. He was looking for the boss loot. A Level 55 Epic Boss did not die without leaving something behind, even if it was caught in a solar blast.
In the exact center of the crater, half-buried, sat a small, square box.
It looked like simple and heavy lockbox.
Lucifer walked down into the crater. His boots crunched on the cooling slag.
He stopped in front of the box, he knelt in the ash and placed his iron gauntlet on the lid.
