Zephyria plummeted.
The descent was not uncontrolled. Lucifer regulated the Void-Core Reactor's output with absolute precision.
The massive jagged black mountain, ringed by the glowing blue Cryo-Pylons, dropped out of the stratosphere like a colossal falling anvil.
The air roared past the stone and whipped the heavy banners of Obsidian into a frenzy.
Lucifer stood on the high balcony of the central keep. He did not brace himself against the railing.
His Void Arcanist core neutralized the intense vertical gravity shift. This allowed him to stand perfectly still as the world rushed up to meet him.
"Altitude passing twenty thousand feet," Sarah's voice echoed through the comms rune. The Star-Touched Oracle was anchored to her Scepter on the golden Spire above and feeding him real-time atmospheric data.
"Hold the drop at five thousand feet," Lucifer commanded smoothly.
He didn't want to crash the city. He wanted to dangle it!
