The edge of the ten-mile crater was still hot from the Star-Shatter Cannon's blast.
Lucifer stood perfectly still. Vexia landed gracefully beside him, her massive, translucent blood-red wings folding tightly against her pale back.
The Sanguine Princess looked out over the staggering, golden expanse of Lucifer's army.
Thirteen million mortal soldiers stood in flawless, rigid formation. Their armor pulsed with the blinding light of Solaris's Blessing.
Vexia's red eyes widened slightly.
She was a Level 65 Epic Blood Sorceress. She commanded an entire subterranean court before the Warlord dropped a sun on her roof.
But even she had never seen a military mobilization of this scale. The sheer, overwhelming discipline of thirteen million humans, completely devoid of the Shadow Madness, was a terrifying testament to Lucifer's control.
"You did not bring an army," Vexia murmured, her voice losing a fraction of its arrogant edge. "You brought a continent."
