Lucifer drove his fist directly into the center of the indestructible Royal Ward.
The Gauntlet of the Void King did not hit the golden barrier with a concussive shockwave. It hit it with absolute spatial disruption.
CRACK.
The sound was not shattering glass; it was the agonizing shriek of raw magic being violently ripped apart at the molecular level.
Black lightning spiderwebbed across the flawless golden surface of the Dimensional Lock.
Lucifer didn't just punch the ward. He grabbed it.
The dark metal fingers of the Mythic gauntlet sank deep into the glowing runes. He curled his fingers into a tight fist, locking his grip onto the invisible magical matrix holding the barrier together.
"Spatial Rend," Lucifer commanded.
He planted his boots on the invisible spatial highway, twisted his torso, and yanked his arm backward with every ounce of his Level 50 Warlord strength.
The massive, impenetrable golden wall bowed inward.
