Zephyria glided silently through the stratosphere.
The floating city was massive. Five miles of black stone, ancient bedrock, and deep glacial ice hung perfectly suspended fifty thousand feet above the mortal plane.
The ten thousand Cryo-Pylons ringing the perimeter glowed with a faint and steady blue light. They maintained the invisible atmospheric dome that kept the thirteen million mortal soldiers alive in the freezing vacuum of high altitude.
Lucifer sat on the throne of dark matter and iron in the central keep.
He did not look out the massive arched windows. His void-swirling eyes were locked on a holographic system interface projected in the air before him.
[System Alert: Void-Core Reactor Unstable.]
[Status: Power Output Fluctuating. Atmospheric friction causing minor spatial degradation.]
[Warning: Structural integrity of Zephyria at 88%. Altitude drop imminent without grid stabilization.]
