The grand hall of the central keep was massive, built of polished black and illuminated by floating spheres of starlight.
Lucifer stood at the head of a long, heavy oak table. It was not a war council tonight. It was a distribution of power.
The thirteen million mortal soldiers were camped across the sprawling courtyards and lower tiers of Zephyria, celebrating their survival and the immense wealth they had scavenged.
Inside the hall, Lucifer's core commanders were gathered.
Elara stood to his right, her Twilight wings shifting softly against her dark Void-Weave armor.
Sarah sat gracefully to his left, her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment resting against her chair.
Lyra, the Dawn Saintess, stood near the hearth, her silver battle armor gleaming.
Vexia hovered a few inches off the ground, her red bat wings beating lazily.
At the far end of the table stood High Ranger Celeste and Dwarf King Thrain.
Lucifer did not offer them wine or platitudes. He opened his Dimensional Vault.
