"Resume the execution."
Lucifer's command echoed over the shattered silent plains.
The Titans did not hesitate. They raised their twenty-foot Star-Metal broadswords and stepped forward into the cowering remnants of the Royal Army.
The slaughter began again, a methodical terrifying grind of holy steel and unstoppable mass.
Lucifer walked slowly behind the advancing line of Titans. His void-swirling eyes scanned the chaotic broken ranks of the King's army trapped inside the glowing white dome of Solaris's Prison.
High Warlock Xoroth had been eaten. Lord Vorian was dead. But the true command structure of the Royal Army, the generals, the tacticians, the supply masters, was still hiding!
"They are routing," Elara noted as she walked beside Lucifer. The Twilight Sovereign kept her violet-flaming spear lowered. "But they are not surrendering. Someone is maintaining discipline in the rear ranks."
